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miles away. We spent a night at Dover, calling on 

 friends, and camped one noon in Greenland, an ideal 

 farming town. We tied Jerry to a fence by the roadside, 

 and we took the liberty to enjoy the shade of a tree the 

 other side of the fence. As we were taking our lunch, we 

 heard a slight noise, and turned just in time to see Jerry 

 in mid air, leaping the bars. He believed in equal rights, 

 and having obtained them at the expense of so much 

 effort, we let him stay with us. A guilty conscience 

 needs no accuser, and when we saw an elderly woman 

 guarded by two young people, coming down the road, 

 we were sure they were after trespassers, and went out 

 to meet them. They probably fancied Jerry running riot 

 in their mowing, but we had kept him with us under the 

 tree, where the grass had not flourished. When we told 

 them how he came there, they were much interested, and 

 we had a very pleasant chat on his and our own exploits. 



We got as near the ocean as possible, by spending the 

 night at Boar's Head, enjoying the evening with a friend 

 we found there ; we divided our attention between the 

 ocean and the stars. 



"Of course they will go to Boston," had been quoted 

 in a letter from home. Well, why not? What could be 

 more charming than a drive along the North Shore from 

 Boar's Head to Boston? We could see our friends in 

 Newburyport and spend a night in Gloucester, and take 

 again that superb drive through Magnolia, Manchester- 

 by-the-Sea and Beverly Farms, to Salem. And so we did, 

 and from Salem we drove to Swampscott, spending a 

 night most delightfully at the Lincoln House. The heat 



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