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noon, Sept. 21. It was now Saturday night, and we were 

 nine miles away, but that distance was easily accom- 

 plished Sunday morning, and we reached Great Barring- 

 ton just in season to get a round dozen of letters at twelve 

 o'clock. We secured delightful quarters at the Berkshire 

 House, and in due time went to the service, as planned. 

 We failed to surprise our friends, as they were not there, 

 but were well repaid otherwise, and went in search of 

 them later. A pleasant call, a promise to visit the next 

 day, a quiet hour at the Berkshire, a service in the Hop- 

 kins Memorial Church, especially to hear the wonderful 

 Roosevelt organ, and the day ended. We had a fine view 

 of the Hopkins-Searle castle-like residence from our win- 

 dows ; but we lost all interest in it when we found a high 

 and massive wall was being built the length of the street, 

 which will deprive Great Barrington people of their finest 

 view along the valley. 



Our Monday visit was very delightful. We promised 

 to go early and stay late ; but withal the day was too 

 short for the visit with our friends and their friends. 

 With the help of those who have tried it twice, driving 

 for months through England and Scotland, we planned a 

 foreign tour, and got all the "points," even to the expense 

 of taking Jerry across. We shall defer it however, until 

 we get a new phaeton, for we prefer to go through the 

 prophesied "one-hoss shay" experience on native soil. 

 Really, crossing the water does not seem nearly so 

 "Spain-like" as crossing the "line," and driving one hun- 

 dred miles north in Canada would have seemed some 

 years ago; but we will defer anticipation even. 



In the afternoon our friends gave us a charming drive, 



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