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comfortable chairs, and a seat with cushions, the entire 

 length of the glass front facing the piazza and lake. 



On the left is the Blue China or dining room. Here is 

 a very large round table, the center of which revolves 

 for convenience in serving, a fireplace with cranes and 

 kettles, and a hospitable inscription on a large wooden 

 panel above. The telephone, too, has found its way to 

 camp since we were there. 



Not least in interest, by any means, is the culinary de- 

 partment. Instead of a cooking tent, where Mrs. 

 Barrows used to read Greek or Spanish while preparing 

 the cereal for breakfast, and a brook running through 

 the camp for a refrigerator, there is a piazza partially 

 enclosed back of the Blue China room, with tables, 

 shelves, kerosene stoves, and three large tanks filled 

 with cold spring water, continually running, one of 

 which served as refrigerator, tin pails being suspended 

 in it. The waste water is conveyed in a rustic trough 

 some distance from the cabin and drips twenty feet or 

 more into a mossy dell, where forget-me-nots grow in 

 abundance. 



Just outside the end door of the Flag room are flights 

 of stairs to the Lookout on the roof. This stairway sep- 

 arates the main cabin from a row of smaller cabins, 

 designated Faith, Hope, and Charity, in rustic letters. 

 (We were assigned to Hope, and hope we can go again 

 some time.) 



These cabins are connected by piazzas with several 

 others, one being Mrs. Barrows' Wee-bit-housie. A 

 winding path through the woods leads to Mr. Barrows' 

 Hermitage, or study, close by the lake, and another path 



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