14000 MILES 



Again we brought a rainy day, and wrote all the morn- 

 ing, as there was not time between showers to drive to 

 our friend's new studio and cottage, but after dinner we 

 decided to walk the mile and a half round the lake, 

 through the woods, and risk the rain. We surprised our 

 friends as much as we can surprise any one who knows 

 of our wanderings. 



After we had enjoyed the lake views from the broad 

 piazza, a fire was built on the hearth for good cheer, in 

 the huge room which was reception-room, dining-room 

 and library, all in one, with couches here and there, book- 

 cases galore, and altogether such a room as we never 

 before saw, but a fulfilment of Thoreau's description of 

 an ideal living-room in one of his poems. A broad stair- 

 way led from this room to the floor above, where every 

 room was airy and delightful, and the floor above this 

 has no end of possibilities. The studio is a small, attract- 

 ive building by itself. 



We started to walk back the other way, making a cir- 

 cuit of the lake, but had not gone far, when a driver with 

 an empty carriage asked us to ride. In the evening two 

 young friends, who were away at a ball game in the after- 

 noon, rowed across to see us. 



Never lovelier morning dawned than that first Sunday 

 in July. We should have enjoyed hearing another good 

 Fourth of July sermon by Mr. Radoslavoff as we did last 

 year, but we had already stayed over a day, and must 

 improve this rare morning for the "awful hills" every- 

 body told us were on our way north. So with more 

 promises of hospitality from Mrs. Guillow, an invitation 

 to leave our horse with her neighbor opposite any time, 



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