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well-filled lunch basket, ready to enjoy the day. AA^hat a 

 drive it was over rickety toll-bridges, winding and twist- 

 ing about, up and down such stony pitches, skirting the 

 ragged edges of a bay ! We took our lunch on a rocky 

 bluff overlooking the water, and Jerry was invited into a 

 barn and treated to hay. As we were wending our way 

 towards the coast in the afternoon, feeling as if we had 

 left the world behind us, a carriage came in sight, and as 

 it passed a voice shouted to the driver, "Stop !" We, too, 

 stopped, as a young man leaped from the carriage. We 

 were glad to see anyone so glad to see us, even if we did 

 not recognize at first, in the young man on a business 

 tour through Maine, a boy who used to live almost next 

 door to us. He surprised us again two or three days 

 later, rushing out from a hotel as he saw us driving by. 



Boothbay Harbor was delightful from our window in 

 the little hotel, which looked as if it had dropped acci- 

 dently sidewise into a vacant spot on a side hill, and 

 never faced about. After supper we walked up to the top 

 of the hill for a view, through a pasture, to see what was 

 beyond, and back to the hotel by the rocky shore, watch- 

 ing the boats of every description anchored in the harbor. 



Writing was next in order, and the tablet was opened, 

 but where was the pen-holder? Gone, surely, and it 

 must have slipped out when we repacked under the tree 

 in Bath ! A pen-holder may seem a small loss, but that 

 one was made out of the old Hingham meeting-house, 

 and has written all the Transcript letters and thousands 

 of others. We grieved for it, but could only console our- 

 selves thinking of the fable we read in German long ago, 

 "Is a thing lost when you know where it is?" We re- 



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