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thing in it that should be in a lunch basket, the 

 best of their kind, and one item — of green glass 

 with a long neck and foreign words on its side — 

 not often found in regular hotel lunch baskets. 



Once more we pursued the beaten highway that 

 we knew to our starting point, and at 5:30 o'clock 

 drew up in front of the station at Yellowstone, and 

 saw again the iron rails and the Pullmans — the 

 insignia of civilization. 



We returned to commonplace clothes and saw 

 the great stages whirl up to the platform and dis- 

 charge their crowds of tired, but happy, tourists. 



We spent an hour in the curio shops, where the 

 Lady kindly invited me to buy for her a Polar 

 bearskin rug, marked down to two hundred and 

 fifty. I love such things, but I am frequently 

 able to restrain my mad desire for them. I did 

 this time. 



And so, at last, the whistle blew, and the pines 

 began to shp behind us. We were back, back 

 again, in the world of work, and the world of 

 play; such a dear and lovely world was left behind. 



