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263 for informing myself about historic places. It’s Norman’s Woe we ’re to see to-day, isn’t it?”

“Yes, I believe so.”

“Well, now can you tell me what Norman’s Woe is distinguished for?”

“Why, Longfellow wrote a poem about it. Don’t you remember?

Surely you remember how the Skipper and his daughter drifted on

“Don’t recite in that tragic tone; we don’t wish to be too sad to-day. You ’ll have to be as cheerful as possible, so that I may have something pleasant to remember when I go back to Europe,” said the irrepressible Mr. Weston. “You should retain pleasant memories, too, of your last pilgrimage, for I don’t suppose that you ’ll have  the heart for anything more of the kind when I am no  longer with you.”

“Don’t be too sure of that,” replied Brenda; “we ’re just getting into the proper mood for such expeditions.”

“All ready,” cried Edith, coming around the corner of the house on the front seat of the beach-wagon.

“Yes, here we are,” and “here we are,”—and from various nooks and corners appeared Julia and Evelyn  Romney, one of Edith’s friends, and Tom and Philip, and