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best people. Vale, the chubby, blond, adorable three year old daughter captivated everyone with her smile and cuteness and darling clothes as well as the french she got off to "Mamselle", the French governess. My final conclusion about Mrs. Asche is that she is younger than I, say 34 or 35, and looks as she does because of abuse of her skin playing incessant tennis, golf, etc., the year round, particularly in the Houston heat. But I found her a real person, frank, friendly, unaffected. She used to chew gum like a 5 and 10 clerk or worse, on the tennis court. Her voice was a bit hoarse and she had a "ha-ha-ha" laugh like Charlie Reagle of Cooper-Bessemer. Believe she is given to exaggeration as she told Willie I was "the best looking man" she had ever seen. She didn't care for Gerry. "What does Gerry do? I can't see he does anything much. He plays tennis with you if he wants to and doesn't if he isn't inclined." She had a boy over at Camp Pasumpsic. The mystery was her husband - who is he and what does he do? Mrs. Asche was small but muscular and her endurance was amazing. After walking around the lake, 8 1/2 miles, in two hours one day, she took me on in singles and lost to me 4-6 the first set, then  pulled up from 1-5 to trim me 7-5 the second set. Her favorite costume was a blouse of some sort, frequently open nearly to the waist, shorts, no stockings, and sandals from which the toes of a very small foot protruded engagingly. Unable to get their cottage for another week they left the day after we did to go to Hyannis for a week, thence to New York and the boy would have to come home alone as far as New York. Mrs. Asche was partial also to beer.

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Camp Passumpsic, on Lake Fairlee, Vermont Reviewed