The log or diary of our automobile voyage through Maine and the White Mountains . could not find the bag withmy comb and brush and night down stairs and pawed over thebunch of things, but no! that bag was 90 missing. I went in to tell Mother aboutit. We both then remembered that it hadbeen strapped on the trunk rack with thetrunk that morning and must have jarredloose when we dropped down so hard thattime. Oh, dear! I suppose that bag is restingcomfortably at the bottom of that pernick-ety old ditch. 4 a. m., in my own bed,thank Heaven, trying to forget I had everbeen away. 91 Co
The log or diary of our automobile voyage through Maine and the White Mountains . could not find the bag withmy comb and brush and night down stairs and pawed over thebunch of things, but no! that bag was 90 missing. I went in to tell Mother aboutit. We both then remembered that it hadbeen strapped on the trunk rack with thetrunk that morning and must have jarredloose when we dropped down so hard thattime. Oh, dear! I suppose that bag is restingcomfortably at the bottom of that pernick-ety old ditch. 4 a. m., in my own bed,thank Heaven, trying to forget I had everbeen away. 91 Conclusions Arrived at Next Day LookingBackward. 1st. In capital letters—GLAD TO BEAT HOME AGAIN. 2nd. An automobile is nothing to takewith you to see the country. 3rd. An old plug of a horse is goodenough for me my next trip. 4th. Automobiles spoil tempers andbreak up happy homes. 5th. It is best to make trips withstrangers, the mental atmosphere is apt toremain much clearer. 6th. A fellow to run an automobileshould carry at least one National Bankin his pocket at all TINIS MAfi 4 l^H One copy del. to Cat. Div. ,* oo %;^?
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