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time to take in the last Sunday of the grove meeting at 

 Weirs, and we thought Lake Champlain, the St. Law- 

 rence River, Lake Memphremagog and Lake Winnipi- 

 seogee would make an interesting water outline for our 

 trip. This little plan was, however, delightfully frus- 

 trated, for as we drove along Saturday morning on our 

 way to Plymouth, we saw our Great Barrington friend 

 sitting at the window of her New Hampshire home, and 

 in less than five minutes Jerry was in the barn and we 

 were captured for a Sunday conference at Quincy. 

 There was only one thing to regret, the delay in getting 

 to Plymouth for our mail, and it was suggested one of us 

 might go down on a train between five and six, and there 

 would be just time to go to the post office before the 

 return train. There was a terrific thunder shower early 

 in the afternoon, but it had passed, and so we decided to 

 go, although we confess it did seem more of an under- 

 taking than the trip to Canada. Our courage nearly 

 failed when we stood on the platform of the little station 

 and saw, as we looked up the valley, that another shower 

 was coming and seemed likely to burst in fury upon us 

 before we could get on board the train. We should have 

 given it up, but while waiting we had discovered another 

 Mayflower relative going farther south, and we faced it 

 together. Repentance came in earnest when the conduc- 

 tor said there would not be time to go to the post office. 

 Being in the habit of reckoning time by the fractions of 

 minutes, we took out our watch and asked for time-table 

 figures ; but do our best we could not extort from him the 

 exact time the train was due to return. We kept ahead 



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