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and we also passed through the black forest. When twelve o'clock came, our appetites were ready for lunch, so Will rushed out and captured a basket with all sorts of good things, which reminds me of the merry picnic we had on the  way from Cherbourg to Paris. The train was filled with an excursion from London, but the only other traveller in our carriage was a most interesting man who reminded me of Uncle Lyman. He was from Zurich and was going home, after a little visit in Paris. He conversed with us in perfect English, but also spoke Italian, Spanish, French, German & Swiss dialect, and had travelled all over the world, even to San Francisco.
 
When the train entered Germany, our baggage had to be examined, and it seemed such nonsense to make hundreds of people get out of the train to ask them if they were concealing any whiskey or cigars.

Well, after a long dusty journey, we finally reached our destination at eight o'clock in the evening and went directly to the hotel D'Angleterre, which a friend had recommended to Will. It is a nice quiet hotel, and we have beautiful rooms (adjoining), better than ours at the Hotel Calais for a more reasonable price. Then if people go off on an all day excursion they provide an elegant lunch, without extra charge.

The house is in modern Lucerne facing the Lake, while across the silvery sheet of water

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