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occur to us that we had not told him who we were, where 

 we came from, or when we should return. It did not 

 matter, however, as the names on whip and writing tablet 

 would give all that was needful in case of necessity or 

 curiosity. 



The day was perfect, there was a pleasant company on 

 board the Longfellow, Sebago Lake was all one could 

 wish for a morning's sail, and the Songo River, with its 

 twenty-seven turns in six miles, although only two and 

 a half miles "as the bird flies," fascinating beyond all 

 anticipation. Passing through the locks was a novelty 

 and the Bay of Naples as lovely as its name suggests. 

 Then came the sail through Long Lake to Harrison, the 

 terminus, where the boat stayed long enough for us to 

 stroll up the street and go to the post office, and then we 

 had all this over again, enjoying the afternoon sail even 

 more than that of the morning. 



This was a round trip of seventy miles, and it was too 

 late when we returned to drive farther, as we had 

 planned, but we were oflf early next morning, the buggy 

 scrupulously clean, and with a new head band and 

 rosette. We hoped Nan's pride was not hurt by wearing 

 a plain A on one side of her head, and an old English S 

 on the other! 



We drove up the east side of Sebago Lake, passed the 

 Bay of Naples, and on through the various towns on 

 Long Lake, and at night found ourselves at the Songo 

 House, North Bridgton, just a mile and a half across the 

 end of the lake from Harrison, where we posted cards the 

 day before at noon. 



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