The names wd. be read" &c. We went to the old Tavern & registered & ate dinner, waited up on by the funniest "niggah-boy" who brought one thing at a time most officiously. We were consequently a long time at table and heard The Band play a number of patriotic tunes. Afterward we started up the Lexington Road (meeting 3 or 4 tally hos from Boston & numerous bicycles) passed the old church (or site of it) when the constitution was begun (wasn't it?) and when we came to Emerson's pleasant old home we sat down beneath the elms at the fork of the roads & read a description of it in our book. A bicycle gentleman stopped and asked me about the road to Boston. Finally we started on walking half a mile or so to the School of Philosophy & The Orchard House, where the Alcotts lived so long. Of course a load of Wellesley girls came along and Kodaked it. It was a cozy, interesting place (now closed) and one can imagine Miss Alcott's stories originating and being written there - a nice
The names wd. be read" &c. We went to the old Tavern & registered & ate dinner, waited up on by the funniest "niggah-boy" who brought one thing at a time most officiously. We were consequently a long time at table and heard The Band play a number of patriotic tunes. Afterward we started up the Lexington Road (meeting 3 or 4 tally hos from Boston & numerous bicycles) passed the old church (or site of it) when the constitution was begun (wasn't it?) and when we came to Emerson's pleasant old home we sat down beneath the elms at the fork of the roads & read a description of it in our book. A bicycle gentleman stopped and asked me about the road to Boston. Finally we started on walking half a mile or so to the School of Philosophy & The Orchard House, where the Alcotts lived so long. Of course a load of Wellesley girls came along and Kodaked it. It was a cozy, interesting place (now closed) and one can imagine Miss Alcott's stories originating and being written there - a nice
The names wd. be read" &c. We went to the old Tavern & registered & ate dinner, waited up on by the funniest "niggah-boy" who brought one thing at a time most officiously. We were consequently a long time at table and heard The Band play a number of patriotic tunes. Afterward we started up the Lexington Road (meeting 3 or 4 tally hos from Boston & numerous bicycles) passed the old church (or site of it) when the constitution was begun (wasn't it?) and when we came to Emerson's pleasant old home we sat down beneath the elms at the fork of the roads & read a description of it in our book. A bicycle gentleman stopped and asked me about the road to Boston. Finally we started on walking half a mile or so to the School of Philosophy & The Orchard House, where the Alcotts lived so long. Of course a load of Wellesley girls came along and Kodaked it. It was a cozy, interesting place (now closed) and one can imagine Miss Alcott's stories originating and being written there - a nice
