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evening with our friends, and thought of those "best laid 

 plans." 



A pleasure we did not expect came to us, however, on 

 that little side trip. Just as we stepped on the car at St. 

 Johnsbury we were startled by a "Hulloa, Auntie F. !" 

 We turned and saw two veritable tramps, with beaming 

 faces. Who would have mistrusted they were college 

 boys in high standing, as they stood there, with caps 

 pushed back, and tents, knapsacks, spiders, canteens, 

 and who knows what not, strapped on their backs? We 

 "four tramps" took possession of the rear of the car and 

 talked over the family news, for they had left home that 

 morning, and we had been driving a week. They were 

 full of plans for tramping and camping through Canada, 

 and quite likely some of you may have read their inter- 

 esting letters telling of their experiences via Montreal to 

 New Brunswick. They camped at Newport that night 

 and called on us at the Memphremagog House the next 

 morning. 



We were prompted to go to the post office before leav- 

 ing Newport and got a letter which it seemed must have 

 been projected by occult means, for how otherwise could 

 one have reached there so soon? That is always a pleas- 

 ure, and we took the train for St. Johnsbury, quite con- 

 tent, all things considered, with an outing of ninety miles 

 by rail. Later in the season an office boy in a hotel in 

 New Hampshire asked if he had not seen us somewhere 

 in northern Vermont. We told him we had been there. 

 "Well," he said, "I thought you looked natural, and that 

 I saw you there canvassing for Bibles !" 



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