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Rh walking some steps ahead, “What’s the matter with a carriage? There’s Thomas, in front of the old Town House, gazing about, and holding in the horses, and wondering if we have been swallowed up in any of these  old mansions.”

“Well, I’m willing to admit,” said Julia, “that I’m not sorry to see him. We ’ve had a perfectly lovely day. But sight-seeing is tiring, and I want to go home and digest all the things I ’ve seen. Then some other day I’d like to come back and visit the old Burying Hill, and all  the old birth-places and landmarks that we have n’t seen. I suppose there are plenty of them left.”

“Oh, yes, plenty, and there are two or three fine pictures in Abbott Hall, that brick building on the hill above the Lee House. We must go there some time.”

“But we can’t say that we have n’t done pretty well to-day, thanks to you, our guide. I feel almost as if I’d been on a pilgrimage to a foreign place,” said Julia. “I’m going to work now to read everything that I can lay my  hands on about Marblehead.”

“I ’ll tell you what would be pleasant,” said Nora, “we might have a kind of a reading party twice a week on the  beach, and each one could tell what she had read about  Marblehead.”

“We might try it,” said Brenda. Her voice did not sound very enthusiastic as she continued, “I’m not sure  that I should care to do serious reading about anything  like that in the summer. But we might try it next Friday. You could come, could n’t you, Amy?”