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place when we come to it. This was another of those 

 we note, and remember to make come in our "way" 

 again. When we left in the morning our friendly hostess 

 assured us that the lovely room facing Mt. Washington 

 should always be "reserved" for us. 



She gave us directions for Fryeburg, for having been 

 by turn in Rhode Island, Connecticut, Massachusetts, 

 New Hampshire, Vermont and New Hampshire again, 

 we wanted to complete the circuit of the New England 

 States by driving into Maine. We left New Hampshire 

 at Conway, and thought we took our mid-day rest in 

 Maine, and remembering the hospitality of some years 

 ago, were not surprised when a miss came from the house 

 near by, and asked if we would not like a cup of tea. 

 When we went later for a glass of water, we learned we 

 were still in New Hampshire, and concluded hospitality 

 was universal, and not afifected by State lines. 



We had not time to explore the "wilds" of Maine, but 

 it was sufficiently wild and uninhabited where we did go. 

 Many of the houses were deserted, and hotels were 

 scarce. One night we had to ask to stay at a small coun- 

 try house. We knew they did not really want us, but 

 when we told them how far we had driven, they quickly 

 consented. Thinking we would appreciate it supper was 

 served on china one hundred and twenty-five years old, 

 after which a whole saw-mill was set in operation for our 

 entertainment. Buried in the hills as we were, we could 

 have "called-up" our friends in Boston, New York or 

 elsewhere. 



We were getting away from the mountains, but there 

 were so many high hills, and one a mile long, that we did 



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