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nine miles from Portland; but we did not leave the city 

 until we had seen the good friends who entertained us 

 so hospitably when we attended a meeting there. A 

 storm cloud was over us, but we got only the last drops 

 of a shower, that laid the dust all the way to Prouts 

 Neck. 



We were glad this lovely spot had been reserved for us 

 until then, for we could not have seen it under a finer 

 sky. We walked to the Rocks, piloted by a young lady, 

 who knew all the paths through the woods, and we were 

 fascinated with the path near the Rocks, over which the 

 wild roses and low evergreens closed as soon as we 

 passed through. We sat on the piazza watching Mt. 

 Washington in the distance until the sunset sky grew 

 gray, and finished up the pleasant evening in the cosy 

 room of friends from Boston. 



We saw them ofif in the morning for a day at Old 

 Orchard, and then went on our way, through Saco and 

 Biddeford to Kennebunkport, which also has its Rocks 

 and many attractions. Spouting Rock was not spouting, 

 but we saw where it would spout sixty feet in the air, 

 when spouting time came. 



The next morning we saw once again the friends we 

 never pass by, at Kennebunk, and visited the old elm 

 under which Lafayette is said to have taken lunch, when 

 on a visit here after the Revolution. Night found us at 

 another favorite resort, York Harbor, and the charms 

 and comforts of the Albracca made us forget the heat and 

 dust which a land breeze had made very oppressive 

 during the day. 



While we were at dinner at the Rockingham, Ports- 



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