Inns for my money! Liberty 's the life!
We 'll lie in hiding: there 's the crow-nest nook,
The tourist's joy, the Inn they rave about,
Inn that 's out—out of sight and out of mind
And out of mischief to all four of us—
Aunt and niece, you and me. At night arrive;
At morn, find time for just a Pisgah-view
Of my friend's Land of Promise; then depart.
And while I'm whizzing onward by first train,
Bound for our own place (since my Brother sulks