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mouth. We got our only wetting on that Sunday after- 

 noon in a spasmodic shower, but we think it cannot be 

 considered a retribution in this enlightened age. 



The next day's drive took us through Brunswick to 

 Bath. Here we were at three o'clock, Jerry too tired to 

 go farther, time on our hands, and the Kennebec so allur- 

 ing! Our letters had not come, and how could we order 

 them forwarded, when we did not know where we were 

 going? We must wait. We shall always feel indebted to 

 that bright girl in the post office, who told us we could 

 go down to Popham Beach for the night, as the Boston 

 boat stopped there daily, leaving Bath at six o'clock. A 

 night away from our phaeton involves quite a little plan- 

 ning and repacking, and where could we do it? We 

 could leave Jerry at a good stable very near the boat 

 landing, but there was no hotel in the vicinity. We had 

 an hour or two, and decided we would see Bath, and 

 when we came across a rural back street we would repack 

 in the phaeton. Bath is more of a city than we hoped, and 

 despairing of finding an tminhabited back street, after we 

 had driven on and up, in and out, without success, we 

 stopped under a tree in a triangular space, and went to 

 work regardless of the few passers-by. Very soon big 

 bags, little bags, shawl cases and writing-tablet were all 

 ready, some to be taken, others left ; and we retraced with 

 some difficulty our crooked ways. We bade Jerry good 

 night at the stable, and then had a most delightful sail of 

 an hour and a half down the Kennebec to Popham Beach. 



Really, the Boston papers had not exaggerated the 

 charms of that summer resort, and we were glad we were 

 there, even when we learned the morning boat left at 



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