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the flowers on her corner piazza is so well described by 

 the "story-writer," who asked for three minutes just as 

 we were ready to resume our journey after dinner, that 

 we will share it. 



Lines on Departure : 



The Fannies have come and the Fannies are going 

 Of mirth, metaphysics, we've had a fair showing. 

 We've all aired our fancies, our pet point of view. 

 If we only could run things the world would be new. 

 We all know we're right, and the others mistaken. 

 But we've charity each for the other relation. 

 So we join hearts and hands in the fraternal song : — 

 The right, the eternal, will triumph o'er wrong. 

 Whatever is true, friends, will live, yes, forever, 

 So now we will stop — and discuss the weather 



We had written in the guest book, "Every day is the 

 best day of the year," adding "This is surely true of July 

 6, 1906." The parting lines were read to us as we sat in 

 the carriage, and we had driven out of sight of the cor- 

 ner piazza when we heard a good-by call from the cousin 

 who came in late the night before from his round of 

 professional visits, feeling quite ill. He looked so much 

 better we wondered if the "Michigan subscriber" had 

 been sending wireless messages to her "materia medica" 

 cousin. 



The visiting part of our journey was now over, and 

 we started anew, with no more reason for going to one 

 place than another. We had spent so much time on the 

 preliminary "loop" in Rhode Island and Connecticut that 

 we could not go as far north in the Adirondacks as we 

 want to some time, but a drive home through the White 



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