OUR GUEST BOOK 



in the boat till supper. The next day we paddled around in the 

 boat a little and went in twice. There are two little chipmunkys 

 that live under the porch. They were wild once and now they are 

 so tame that they will come and take peanuts from your pockets. 



The next day I and Jack got up real early and fished. I caught 

 four and Jack caught nowne. Jack had a steel pole and a real. I 

 had a bamboo pole with a string tied on the end. We went home 

 right after breakfast. We got in the carage and drove to the station. 



It is a favorite custom of ours to take newly ar- 

 rived guests out on the south terrace, where they get 

 the first view of the shrubbery, the ancient willows, 

 and the lake beyond. As one turns, the shell-pink 

 geraniums greet the eye from the low window-boxes 

 and we leisurely continue on to the dog-trot, and so 

 enter the house. One active little fellow, on arriving, 

 had broken away from his elders and had made the en- 

 tire circuit of the house while his mother was still 

 politely listening to her host's explanation of the place. 



"It is beautiful. Is n't it, dearie?" she added to 

 her small son, who raced up to her evidently over- 

 flowing with speech. 



"Yes, mother," he gasped, "but you ought to see the 

 back-ya.rd\" 



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