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have been so many times and then seemed to leave us 

 entirely, unless the faint whisperings that we might go 

 to Benson to make a wedding call beforehand, and then 

 decide on some route north, was intended for a timely 

 hint. 



Whatever sent us or drew us there, we were glad we 

 went, and once there talking it all over with friends, who 

 knew how to avoid the worst of the clay roads, it seemed 

 the most natural thing in the world to go right on to 

 Burlington, spending Sunday so restfully at Middlebury. 

 Had we doubted our course we should have been 

 reassure,d, when we learned from the cousin whose aching 

 head was cured by the sudden shock of our appearance, 

 that we were just in season for the commencement exer- 

 cises that would make of a mutual cousin a full-fledged 

 M. D. The evening at the lovely Opera House was a 

 pleasant incident. 



Here again we came to a standstill, without a whis- 

 pering, even. As we were "doing" Burlington the next 

 day, with cousin number one for a guide (cousin number 

 two took early flight for home, and missed the surprise 

 we planned for him), visiting the hospital, Ethan Allen's 

 monument, and so on, we talked one minute of crossing 

 Lake Champlain, and going to Au Sable Chasm, and the 

 next of taking the boat to Plattsburg, then driving north. 

 We did get so far as to think of the possibility of leaving 

 Jerry at Rouse's Point, and taking a little trip to Montreal 

 and down the St. Lawrence to call on a friend who said 

 to us at her wedding, "You must drive up to see me next 

 summer." But we did not think to explore the Canadian 

 wilds with no other protector than Jerry; for we had 



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