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store, got the glass we wanted so much, and took the 

 return car, being extremely fortunate in standing all the 

 way in the vestibule with only twelve, the inside being 

 much more crowded, owing to a circus. We faced the 

 open window, and thoroughly enjoyed the ride in the 

 bracing breeze, which restored our much disturbed men- 

 tal equilibrium and made us declare that things come 

 out right, if you let them alone. 



We fully appreciated the late supper served by our 

 obliging hostess, passed a very comfortable night, and 

 again with the same dogged persistency faced westward. 

 We crossed the state line, which was as definitely 

 marked by the instant change in the general character of 

 the roads, as by the pink line which divides Rhode Island 

 from Connecticut on our map. We were thinking of 

 going straight west until we reached the Connecticut 

 River, then driving northwest to Norfolk, the second 

 Lenox we discovered three years ago, and from there to 

 Great Barrington and up through Stockbridge, Lenox, 

 and all those lovely Berkshire towns. 



After several miles of cross-roads we began to consider 

 and wondered if we were not foolish to go so far west 

 just to go through the Berkshires, which we knew by 

 heart already. We decided to compromise, and turn 

 north earlier, going to Springfield and up the Westfleld 

 River to the northern Berkshire region. A few miles 

 more of criss-cross roads and we experienced full conver- 

 sion, and said, "Why go further westward, when by 

 turning north now we will see some towns we do not 

 know?" 



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