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 "And how small our hills will look when we get home," said Lou.

"Well, anyhow," put in Art, "cheer up and think how good some of mother's pies will taste."

"There's something in that," laughed Rob and Mr. Rogers.

The train soon came, and carried them by a round-*about route to Fabyans, where they had to change to the night train down the Connecticut valley. At Fabyans, where the big Fabyan Hotel sits beside the railroad, they bought some more souvenir post-*cards and Peanut got a pound of very sticky candy which Mr. Rogers said would spoil his supper, whereat he answered, "Wait and see!" They could see from here the whole south range, culminating in the peak of Washington, and thus could follow their adventurous climb over the Crawford Bridle Path. Again, the peaks seemed very far off, and Lou said it was like a dream to think that they had been walking way up there only a few days before.

Once aboard the train, they secured berths for the night, and began to think of supper. Mr. Rogers was true to his word—and so was Peanut. He provided—and Peanut ate.

"What's a pound of candy to an empty tum?" said Peanut. "Besides, Frank and Art ate most of it."

They had a last faint glimpse of Lafayette against