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(whicli is generally great fun)—it all seemed
stupid and tiresome beyond description now.
For I was going to travel, going on a
jour-ney, and that is the jolliest, jolliest fun! Alas!
for the poor stay-at-homes who couldn’t go
away but had to walk about the same old town
streets, and smell Street dust, and gutters, and
stale sea-water in by the wharves.
But I have clean forgotten to tell you where
I was going. Mother has a sister who is
mar-ried to a minister. Tliev live fifteen or twentv
miles from our town and we go there everv
summer. But this summer, it had been decided
that Karsten and I should go there alone for
the first time.
The afternoon before we were to set out I
w’ent down back of our wood-shed, where all the
boys and giris that I go with generally come
every afternoon. It was hot enough to roast
you and awfully dry and dustv; but I took my
new umbrella down with me all the same. It
wasn’t really silk, but I had wound it and
fastened it so tightly together that it looked just
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