| Patricia Moore | [Frontispiece] |
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| Long Island "There's absolutely nothing like it on the other side of the water, not even in Devonshire or Dorset" | [87] |
| Easthampton "You enter beside the Great Pond, which is so charming in itself and in its flat frame of village green" | [95] |
| Long Island--South shore "Artists would find a paradise of queer, cozy gables, and corners of gardens crowded with old-fashioned flowers" | [102] |
| "Southampton's soul is very, very old, full of memories of Indians" | [122] |
| Sunnyside "Washington Irving's dear old Dutch house is like a beautiful living body with his memory for its soul" | [190] |
| "The old Dutch Church at Tarrytown" | [197] |
| The Hudson River "When we came into sudden sight of the river there was a magical effect" | [207] |
| Delaware Water Gap "Winding and wonderful it was in beauty" | [213] |
| "The mountains seem cleft in twain. It's a marvellous effect--startling" | [216] |
| York A bit of the rock-bound Maine coast | [303] |
| "The air is spiced with the fragrance of balsam to Crawford Notch" | [310] |
| "The young, slender birches of the mountain wayside" | [319] |
| Crawford's Notch, White Mountains | [324] |
| "I shall always think of Vermont as the State of wild lawns and gardens" | [330] |
| "We found the Green Mountains particularly lovable" | [336] |
| Captain Winston's maps pages [90], [114], [132], [209], [216], [239], [258], [295], [311], [325], [331], and [339] |
THE LIGHTNING CONDUCTOR DISCOVERS AMERICA
I
THE HONBLE MRS. WINSTON (NÉE MOLLY
RANDOLPH) TO HER FRIEND, THE
COUNTESS OF LANE
On Board SS. Evangeline,
March 15th.
Dearest Mercédes:
It will be days, also nights (worse luck, for my cabin chirps like a cricket, sings like a canary, and does a separate realistic imitation of each animal in the Zoo!), before we get to New York. But I have crochet cramp and worsted wrist from finishing a million scarfs since we sailed, so I feel it will ease the strain to begin a letter to you. I dare say, anyhow, I shan't close it till the last minute, with a P. S. to say we're arriving safely—if we do! One never knows nowadays. And we have on board a man who's been torpedoed twice. I hope he isn't the kind to whom everything happens in threes. By the way, he's the Ship's Mystery, and this letter can't be a complete record of the voyage unless I tell you about him. Place aux dames, however. There's a girl I want to tell you about first. Or had I better polish off our own family history and make a clean sweep of ourselves before beginning on anybody else? On second thoughts, I will!