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party to the Ravine, and she had nothing but cookies in 

 the house, but we could put Jerry in the barn and find the 

 oats, and she would make us hot biscuit. We did not 

 wish to trouble her so much, and asked if she could 

 give us milk with the cookies? It proved a delicious 

 lunch. Such cookies and such milk! We were charmed 

 with the "campish" air of the room. The baby had been 

 put to sleep in a hammock, swung across one corner. 

 Behind a door we espied a bookcase well-filled, and spoke 

 of it. The thin, pale woman brightened up, full of inter- 

 est, and said the books belonged to the little girl who had 

 just said to us, in that same drawling tone, "I — like — to 

 — play — ball — better — than — any — thing — else." We 

 were amazed to learn of her passion for books, which had 

 prompted the mountain visitors to give them to her. A 

 favorite book was "John Halifax." Our attention was 

 attracte,d to another case containing a full set of Cham- 

 bers's Encyclopaedia. She said some thought the "Brit- 

 tany" was the best, but she liked that. In a closet were 

 two more shelves of books — all good books, too. Milk, 

 cookies, a hammock and books ! Another Nirvana, to be 

 sure. 



We skipped up the path to Crystal Cascade, and there 

 alone, a half-mile from the cottage, sat a woman on a 

 rock overlooking the cascade, with her knitting and a 

 book. Nirvana again? Her party had gone on to the 

 Ravine. 



Two miles farther down the Notch we left the carriage 

 and ran along the walk, and up and down the flights of 

 steps to take a look at Glen Ellis Falls. All these side 

 attractions of Pinkham Notch we missed when we drove 



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