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bit of forest and a garden patch. How does that idea strike you?
 
Before lunching Will rushed us off for just a glimpse of the park, after which we returned to the same cafe which he and Robert patronized. Here we lunched - out of doors - entertained by a steady stream of beggars, who were desirous of displaying their various talents. A small ragamuffin impersonated Napoleon and various other lights of French history. A stout woman sang baritone solos with ridiculous "stout" gestures. One good thing there was, however, a boy of about sixteen, who played the violin - impromptuous, as the school-committee lady said - with a fine tone and abandon. The kind of a chap who would, with teaching, make a fortune for an American impresario.