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THE BROOK BOOK 



After luncheon we reluctantly made prepara- 

 tions for the homeward trip ; we washed the cofifee- 

 pail and the tin cups in the brook, watched the 

 waterfall in silence for a while, then started. A 

 kindly farmer going townward for a barrel of salt, 

 as he told us, gave us a lift, and we reached home 

 full of memories of that perfect day with the 

 arbutus and the woods-folk. 







