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takes her evening stroll. Often on a bright sunny day the villagers see her driving her smart little poneys.

On the way, we had walked up the beautiful avenue of trees to the old parish church and glanced into the interior, then strolled about the grave yard, (where Shakespeare had often come to muse) and had a good chance to see how very old and quaint it was.

July 31, 1908.

Friday right after lunch we said good-bye to Mrs. Ashquith and left Stratford, taking many pleasant recollections away with us.

Late in the afternoon we arrived in the old, old town of Warwick and drove from the station, through the quaint Eastgate. Finding none of the hotels satisfactory, finally took lodgings with an old lady in the middle of town.

August 1, 1908.

Saturday morning we walked down to the