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us, and we were sure if people only knew about it, the 

 Quinnebassett House would be full of those who like a 

 quiet, comfortable resting place. 



We spend only one night in a place, and are usually 

 ready to go on, but we left Norridgewock reluctantly, and 

 were only consoled for turning away from the lovely 

 Kennebec, by promising ourselves to drive to Norridge- 

 wock again some time, and follow still farther up the 

 river. Maine cannot be exhausted in many trips, and we 

 have some fine ones growing in our mind. Every journey 

 makes a better one possible. 



We must now face about for this time, and we aimed 

 next for the Androscoggin, driving first to Farmington, 

 then turning south, crossing the Androscoggin on one of 

 those scow ferries run along a wire, that old Charlie dis- 

 liked so much. He was not a good sailor, like Jerry, who 

 can hardly wait for the scow to touch the shore, before 

 he leaps on. 



We should have told you, before crossing the ferry, 

 about our quiet Sunday at a farm house. The man was 

 reading his paper as we drove up, and it seemed almost 

 too bad to disturb their Sunday rest, but his wife said we 

 could stay if we would take them "as they were." We 

 were soon settled in a cosy parlor with bedroom adjoin- 

 ing, away from all sights and sounds of the busy world. 

 We felt as if we were miles from everywhere, and you 

 can imagine our surprise when the man said that he came 

 down from Boston on the boat with us, and recognized 

 us when we drove to the door. 



Monday morning we left our kind host and hostess, 

 with directions for Strickland's ferry. We have already 



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