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so, on the upper floors. Myra and I thought they were more like some of our old rooms at home than anything we had ever seen. One of the guest rooms was almost the very likeness of the old rooms up the "Boy's stairs" at home.

In the court, south of the house is the sundial. Not far from it is a magnolia, planted there by Washington, said to be the last tree he ever planted. As we left the grounds an old darkey stopped me with his relics. He had little hatchets and magnolia buds and leaves, the two latter he said were off this tree that W. planted. Whether it was true or not I did not know, but I bought a bud. I stole a twig off the box-wood in the garden. It was planted a hundred and fifty years ago and makes beautiful hedges for the walks, and is planted in quaint and curious designs over the garden. We only peeped inside the green-house. Near it is the tree that Lafayette planted. Roses and lime-wood were in bloom and sent a sweet perfume over the whole garden. There were also cactuses, geraniums, and other flowers in bloom. We took a drink from the old family well - In the kitchen [[strikethrough]] was [[/strikethrough]] is the great old fireplace, with its crank, its kettle and its tongs. Mt. Vernon looked like a miniature town to us, and it looked very funny to us northerners to see clustered around the mansion the smaller houses. There was the gardeners house, the laundry, the butlers house etc. Then there was the shed under which were old vehicles, the smoke-house, and the barn.

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