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I arrived at "An Atlantic Port" on Saturday afternoon; I left the "Atlantic Port" on a week from the following Tuesday. The intervening 9 days were the most concentratedly happy ones of my existence. New York, Framingham, Boston, Northampton, New York was the trail, and a trail through the finest looking land, where I met people and friends I wanted to be with, where discords and worries ceased to be, where it was daytime all the while with sleep an [[strikethrough]] uner [[/strikethrough]] unecessary quantity, where a succession of glad events arranged themselves in unlooked-for  and consequently the more surprisingly perfect order - that was the golden trail of the last nine days.

Braid and I were so tired ^[[of travel]] and so eager to see our people that we agreed to report on the morrow. So we taxied to