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that day, as it rained again. We tried to be romantic 

 and bury ourselves in the hay with a book, but the 

 spiders and grasshoppers drove us to the carriage. We 

 spent a night at Morristown on the lovely Lamoille River, 

 and again revived delightful memories of a week spent 

 there before carriage-journey days ; especially the twen- 

 ty miles' drive on the top of a stage in the heaviest 

 thunderstorm of the season, and a day on Mt. Mansfield. 



We had another look at the Winooski River, which we 

 saw first at Burlington, and the day after our visit to 

 Montpelier we followed Wait's River, which ought to' 

 have a prettier name, from its infancy, in the shape of a 

 tiny crack on a hillside, through its gradual growth to a 

 rarely beautiful stream, and its final plunge into the Con- 

 necticut. We forgot the rain in studying the life of a 

 river. 



In one little hotel the dining-room was like a green- 

 house ; plants in every corner, in the windows, on the top 

 of the stove, and in seven chairs. The air was redolent 

 of tuberoses instead of fried meats, and we were 

 reminded of the wish expressed by a friend in the New- 

 port package of letters, that we might live on perfumes. 



At another hotel in Vermont we did not at first quite 



like the clerk, and we think he was not favorably 

 impressed with us, for he conducted us past several 

 pleasant unoccupied rooms, through a narrow passage 

 way to a small back room with one gas jet over the 

 washstand. We accepted the quarters without comment, 

 except asking to have some garments removed, as we do 

 not follow Dr. Mary Walker's style of dress. We then 

 improved our appearance so far as possible and went to 



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