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clock struck eight as we entered the dining-room of the 

 Lakeside House. 



Here we were entirely at home, and spent the morning 

 of the Fourth strolling about to see the improvements 

 and our friends, in their lovely new cottage by the lake. 

 Everything seemed quiet by three o'clock, and after a 

 consultation with Landlord Weeks, we decided the time 

 had come for us to go to Squam Lake, which we had 

 passed by so many times. Hundreds of people were 

 enjoying that perfect day at Weirs, but they had forgot- 

 ten all else for the time, and were crowded on the shore 

 to see a man walk on the water. Jerry was not annoyed 

 by a single cracker. The drive was very lovely, and the 

 sunset views from the piazzas of the Asquam House, 

 high above the lake, were not surpassed in all our 

 journey. 



Our "way" evidently lay through the mountains, and 

 we took a lingering look at Squam in the morning, and 

 then were ofif for Plymouth. We forgot to tell you that 

 we made a cricket for the new buggy, which was a great 

 luxury, but we were not satisfied with the covering. At 

 Plymouth we got a pretty piece of carpeting, and after 

 our lunch by the wayside, near Livermore's Falls, we 

 took the tacks and hammer from the "emergency bag," 

 and upholstered it. The result was a great success. 



Now we were ready for the Pemigewassett Valley for 

 the sixth time. It is a drive one can never weary of, for 

 it is never twice alike. We found a new place for the 

 night at North Woodstock. The house stood high above 

 the street and commanded one of the finest views of the 

 Franconia Mountains we have seen. We could just 



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