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us and insisted upon escorting us up the road. On we 

 went for a full half-mile, and then walked back and forth, 

 girl fashion, for she would not let us go back with her, 

 until we had parted so many times she had at last ex- 

 claimed, "Well, we shall get tired kissing each other," 

 and with another parting and promise to write to her, we 

 watched her as she turned down the dark, lonely country 

 road with her lantern at ten o'clock at night. What a 

 charming time we did have ! And if we should tell you 

 whose "Aunt Sarah" that was, every reader of the Tran- 

 script would know ; but we are not going to say another 

 word about it, except that she had the promised letter. 

 We like to keep just a few things to ourselves. 



Have we told you we were on the way to Bar Harbor? 

 Hampden has put everything out of our minds. We 

 could have crossed the river lower down, but thought we 

 might as well see Bangor when we were so near, and 

 then take the main road straight down to the island, a 

 distance of about sixty miles. We took a last look at 

 Hampden, and after a brisk drive of six miles reached 

 Bangor, where we got our mails, filled our lunch basket, 

 drove about the city a little, and then were off full of 

 anticipation, for we had been told repeatedly that the 

 drive from Bangor to Bar Harbor was "magnificent." 



It was a pretty drive over the hills and through the 

 vales to Ellsworth, where we spent the night, and we 

 found a pleasant camping spot at noon. Our Ellsworth 

 proprietor gave us much helpful information about Bar 

 Harbor, and we left, sure that the twenty remaining 

 miles were to surpass anything we had ever seen. It was 



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