From the foot of the mountain they went northward again to Northampton.
"Here's where I ought to go if names count for anything," decided Dorothy.
"If all the girls named Smith who go to college anywhere should go here because of the name there wouldn't be room for any other students," said Mr. Emerson jokingly.
"They say," returned Dorothy on the defensive, "that in the beginning all the people in the world were named Smith and it was only those who misbehaved who had their names changed."
"You can at least pride yourself on their being an industrious lot. Think of all their crafts--they were armorers and goldsmiths, and silversmiths and blacksmiths."
CHAPTER XII
THE BERKSHIRES AND BENNINGTON
Greenfield, where the party spent the night, they found to be a pleasant old town with the wide, tree-bordered streets to which they were growing accustomed in this trolleying pilgrimage. A quiet hotel sheltered them and they slept soundly, their dreams filled with memories of colleges and rose gardens and Indians in romantic confusion. The next day they started westward.
Pittsfield they found to be a large town whose old houses surrounded by ancient trees gave a feeling of solidity and comfort.