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"Good-by, Jerry," the boatman returned to his sphere, 

 and we were soon off for breakfast. 



Jerry was quite at home at the familiar stable in Mason 

 street. After breaking our fast we gave the morning to 

 shopping, and early in the afternoon we began a round 

 of calls in Boston and vicinity, which kept us busy 

 several days. We could not think of ending our delight- 

 ful journey so abruptly as to be in Bar Harbor one day 

 and in Leominster the next, as we might have done. 



We visited thirteen suburban towns, and could write 

 a letter almost as long as this one without exhausting the 

 charms of the Wayside Chapel in Maplewood, and the 

 home of its owner under the same roof, which we enjoyed 

 through a friend, who exclaimed as we called, "Oh, you 

 are just in season to attend our daily fifteen minutes' ser- 

 vice." It is the embodied long-cherished idea of a help- 

 ful woman, and is full of the work of her own hands and 

 brain, from the embroidered carpets and draperies, the 

 allegorically painted walls, and fitting mottoes, to many 

 of the books on her shelves. But all this you can go and 

 see, for it is open to whomsoever wills to go in, without 

 money and without price ; a church with a creed of one 

 word — Love. 



After this unexpected visit and service, we started off 

 in pursuit of a hotel, and at sunset found ourselves at 

 Woburn. This was not at all our intention ; we were not 

 ready to go home yet, and drove back towards Boston 

 the next morning for more calls, then faced about and 

 took a two days' round-about for home, passing the old 

 Wayside Inn in Sudbury on our way. We took our last 

 dinner at the Lancaster House, called on friends, then 



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