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prick of old brick houses. We went through the Public Gardens too. It looked like a Watteau gala day. The lake with the reflections of willows --weeping ones--and boats, and colored crowds and beautiful trees, and through everything His and beyond the faint city, for all the world like a Gifford Beall. We went up Chestnut Street two and looked at the lovely old doorways with panelled arches; and we even penetrated to Louisberg Square which is built on such a