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on the lake, we returned to the Country Club piazza over 

 the bluff, to enjoy the exquisite views of the hills on the 

 opposite shore — mountains, we called them — until we 

 were called to the tempting supper served by the care- 

 taker and presiding genius of the culinary department. 

 He was unceasing in his attention, even to the lemonade 

 served at a late hour, after the fireworks were over, and 

 the literary works compared, as we watched the lake by 

 moonlight from the piazza, or sat by the open fire. Ver- 

 mont was now represented on our list. 



The sun rose gloriously across the lake, just opposite 

 our window. Another perfect day ! No wonder all 

 regretted it was their last at the Country Club. While 

 some were packing, and others down by the lake, or out 

 with the camera, two of us walked through the woods to 

 the top of the hill, but at noon we all met at the pleas- 

 ant home in Fair Haven for dinner. 



Benson was our next destination, and our visit there 

 had been arranged by telephone. The nine miles' drive 

 over the hills in the afternoon of that glorious day was a 

 joy and we gathered wild-flowers on the way for our ever 

 young cousin who always welcomes us at the homestead. 

 The "first subscriber" and the "authoress" followed by 

 stage, and a tableful of cousins met at supper in the heart 

 of the hills, as on the border of Lake Bomoseen the night 

 before. After supper we all went to "Cousin Charlie's" 

 store, and he made us happy with taffy-on-a-stick. Our 

 special artist "took" us, taffy in evidence, being careful 

 to have our ever-young chaperone in the foreground. 

 By this same leading spirit we are always beguiled to 

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