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Some pears and plums, cookies and ginger ale, took on Annettes and Ralph Hodgson, and walked all the way accross to the ocean a distance of about three miles.  There we had a dip - just sitting on the sand while the waves came over us - and then ate our lunch on the porch of a deserted bungalow.  We walked back about three o'clock, bathed and dressed and went to Mr. Webster's house.  He receives Sundays, discoursing upon his pictures giving us points and explaining his method.  He is very nice and cunning too; but I think it is too annoying to have a lot of old ladies hanging on a man's words and responding exuberantly to everything he says, to say nothing of interrupting him with eager inanities.  Mrs Webster gave us a perfunctory cup of tea, and hurried us off.  We walked