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Boston, to make some inquiries, and secure a stateroom. 

 We drove on Beacon Street as far as we could, as we 

 came in from Watertown via Allston, then made a bold 

 plunge into the tangles of carts, carriages, and cars 

 across Tremont street down Bromfield, through Wash- 

 ington to State, then in and out, on and on, Jerry fully 

 realizing the importance of his movements, and using 

 his abundant good sense in sparing his nose from the 

 grazing of the wheels that crossed his path, until we 

 finally saw the welcome sign, far down Atlantic avenue. 

 Once safely in the office of the Kennebec Steamship 

 Company, going to Bath seemed the simplest thing in 

 the world. We were assured Jerry would have the best of 

 care, and a stateroom was secured for the next night. 

 Some one else will have to tell you how we got back to 

 our destination for the night. We are inadequate beyond 

 saying we went back another way. Quite likely Jerry 

 knows every turn, but he is silent on the subject. 



A good night had restored our shaken equilibrium, and 

 we went down town on a shopping expedition, also to 

 get any mail that might have been forwarded to Miles & 

 Thompson's in West street. We thought we had too 

 much time, and idled it away "looking" at things, until at 

 last we had to hasten back to dinner, without having 

 done our chief errand — replaced our broken hand 

 mirror. That idling was a mistake ; idling always is. Al- 

 though we hurried dinner, and hurried the letters we 

 ought to have written before dinner, the mail wagon 

 drove away from the Back Bay post office, just as we 

 drove to the door. 



We profited by this lesson, and took a straight course, 



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