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shady side of a rock could we find, and it was very hot. 

 It was getting late for Jerry, and in despair of doing bet- 

 ter, we asked permission to drive into a barn. We were 

 just unharnessing, when the owner drove in with his milk 

 wagon, and insisted on helping us, and was so urgent, 

 that after taking our lunch in the carriage, we went into 

 the sitting-room, where we could be "more comfortable." 

 He came in and rocked the baby, while his wife prepared 

 dinner, and when left to ourselves, we went out on the 

 piazza, which was like a conservatory. After their din- 

 ner, the man and his wife brought out chairs, and we had 

 quite a little visit. We had something to talk about, for 

 a boy who began his career very humbly near us, was a 

 high school teacher in that vicinity, and much esteemed 

 as a citizen. We were interested to hear of him. 



Jerry fared as well as we did, and was fresh for the 

 drive to Gorham, where we received and answered our 

 mail, watching a ball game at the same time from our 

 window. 



The next morning was a bright one for our drive 

 through Pinkham Notch. We passed the Glen House 

 too early for dinner, but had been told there was a little 

 place beyond where we could get something for ourselves 

 and Jerry, and visit Crystal Cascade. While waiting we 

 came to a barn, which looked inviting for Jerry, but our 

 chance seemed small, when we glanced into the open 

 door of a tiny board cottage, where sat a thin, pale woman 

 with a wee baby, and a book. A little girl of daft appear- 

 ance, in a slow drawling tone, assured us that was the 

 only place, and spoke to her mother, who had not seemed 

 to notice us. She said her husband had gone to pilot a 



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