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28 beautiful. On one side was Frenchman's Bay and as I have before described the Porcupine islands. On the other side the Atlantic stretching out before us. And just opposite to where I was sitting the mountains rose, and in the distance behind the trees the pink glow of the sun's last rays completed the scene. It was perfect! That is all I can say. The next morning we were all made happy by a lovely day. The sun shone [[end page]] [[start page]] 29 on the water as brightly as possible, and it reminded me of Newport. Uncle George was in a state of excitement which can hardly be expressed, he showed it by almost squashing Grandma when he kissed her good morning, jumping around like a child, and pulling my hair. He informed us we were to go out in his boat. I for one was delighted. Mr and Mrs Jones, Sir Lion and Lady Playfair were all going with us.