P.—Well, I can’t tell; we go sometimes in one direction and sometimes in another. We even walk to neighboring villages; we go some days, I should think, in all ten miles on foot; and I think, indeed, sometimes twice that distance.
D.—Does this give you fatigue?
P.—It does at first, sometimes; but somehow my mind becomes so interested with the country, I forget all my aches and pains; you know I have always lived in the city, and the country seems to me a new life; I seem to feel as happy as the birds.
D.—How do you sleep at night?
P.—It’s a rude place you know, and it is fashionable in the summer there to sleep on straw beds. But it is no matter; we get so tired as to be very glad to sleep any where. We could sleep on the floor, or sitting up in a chair if necessary; when we get so tired sleep we must.
D.—How long do you stay in the country?
P.—Six weeks, and sometimes more.
D.—What kind of food do you eat?
P.—Plain food, such as the country people have. I generally take bread, vegetables, berries, and milk. They have hams, pork, all sorts of meat, and things of that kind; but you know father does not wish me to eat meat; nor have I any particular relish for it. I sometimes eat a little fresh butter along with my brown bread; I suppose I would be just as well off without even that; I enjoy the bread, berries, and milk very much.
D.—Does food agree with you in the country?