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we came to Pomfret street, which seemed to us a second 

 Norfolk, and when after being sent from one place to 

 another for the night, we found ourselves at Mrs. 

 Mathewson's "Lakeside" in South Woodstock, with Mrs. 

 Mott as present hostess. We now fully believed what 

 we have often suspected, that we do not always do our 

 own planning. You will not find this place on the adver- 

 tised lists, but those who have been there for twenty 

 summers, and those who are drawn there as we were, 

 keep the house more than full. 



For the first time we had the pleasure of meeting with 

 one who had passed the century mark. He said he 

 should like to apply as our driver! They were interested 

 in our wanderings, and Mrs. Mathewson exclaimed, 

 "Why don't you make a book?" How could we help 

 confessing that was just what we were going to do on 

 our return? "Oh, I want to subscribe," she said. We 

 were much gratified, and told her she would be number 

 three, and represent Connecticut. Before we left home 

 a Michigan cousin, who was east for the Christian 

 Science church dedication in Boston, had begged to head 

 the list, and a mutual cousin in Pawtucket asked to 

 represent Rhode Island. 



We sat on the piazza with the other Lakeside guests 

 until a late hour, and all the ophies and isms, sciences, 

 Christian and otherwise, were touched upon. 



The turn in Connecticut ended most satisfactorily, and 

 the next morning's drive took us over another State line, 

 but just when we entered our native state we do not 

 know, for we missed the boundary stone. We were aim- 

 ing for Keene, New Hampshire, eager for our first mail, 



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