there and with Claude in the piazza. Then we had luncheon, and Teresina Peck showed me her Italian pictures (She just home from her 3rd trip there!) and then I went for a long long walk with Claude and Kath over the hills and down thro' the valley and up the other hill to "Thorndon" a beautiful old woody place - Where we sat on the bank of the real "Mare d'Anteuil" (I'm sure) and "Carlie" went for sticks and dragged huge logs around and then we took a beauteous wood- path out - all brown leaves below and yellow leaves above and misty, misty fall sunshine, and Carlie's strange little figure darting here and there - like a combination of Ibbetson dreams and Ibbetson nightmare. We went another (and more civilized) way home - and Claude rested in my room before dinner. He has a bad cold. Fred went to make a call - and Harry and Teresina another and I loafed and finally - about 7 (It was meant to be 6:30 but "Mrs. Stone" looked at presents half an hour - till Mrs. W. invited her to stay)
there and with Claude in the piazza. Then we had luncheon, and Teresina Peck showed me her Italian pictures (She just home from her 3rd trip there!) and then I went for a long long walk with Claude and Kath over the hills and down thro' the valley and up the other hill to "Thorndon" a beautiful old woody place - Where we sat on the bank of the real "Mare d'Anteuil" (I'm sure) and "Carlie" went for sticks and dragged huge logs around and then we took a beauteous wood- path out - all brown leaves below and yellow leaves above and misty, misty fall sunshine, and Carlie's strange little figure darting here and there - like a combination of Ibbetson dreams and Ibbetson nightmare. We went another (and more civilized) way home - and Claude rested in my room before dinner. He has a bad cold. Fred went to make a call - and Harry and Teresina another and I loafed and finally - about 7 (It was meant to be 6:30 but "Mrs. Stone" looked at presents half an hour - till Mrs. W. invited her to stay)
there and with Claude in the piazza. Then we had luncheon, and Teresina Peck showed me her Italian pictures (She just home from her 3rd trip there!) and then I went for a long long walk with Claude and Kath over the hills and down thro' the valley and up the other hill to "Thorndon" a beautiful old woody place - Where we sat on the bank of the real "Mare d'Anteuil" (I'm sure) and "Carlie" went for sticks and dragged huge logs around and then we took a beauteous wood- path out - all brown leaves below and yellow leaves above and misty, misty fall sunshine, and Carlie's strange little figure darting here and there - like a combination of Ibbetson dreams and Ibbetson nightmare. We went another (and more civilized) way home - and Claude rested in my room before dinner. He has a bad cold. Fred went to make a call - and Harry and Teresina another and I loafed and finally - about 7 (It was meant to be 6:30 but "Mrs. Stone" looked at presents half an hour - till Mrs. W. invited her to stay)
