up the old lake into big foam-crested waves. The girls ran thro' the rain to join us and we went to the Cottage veranda and watched the storm and the lake and a small choo-choo boat laboring thro' it. Later we went into the pavilion and listened to "refined vaudeville" which was about the worst ever - and soon tired us. The man who played the piano had the shoulders of a blacksmith. It cleared off beautifully, so that we started for Manitou about four and had a delightful walk ride over and walk when we arrived - along the shore to a "desert land" where we sat until almost sunset - talking idling and enjoying in our own private ways (and how differently!) the glories of the sky. A most magnificent bank of clouds over Canada - all snow-capped mountains and canyons - misty valleys - hawks circling and a "flock" of airships - then only one - flying across - Miss Mays is Edith's latest love. She is big-boned and enthusiastic - the leader of the Infant School in the Central Church - and originally lived in Southern Pennsylvania. She is
up the old lake into big foam-crested waves. The girls ran thro' the rain to join us and we went to the Cottage veranda and watched the storm and the lake and a small choo-choo boat laboring thro' it. Later we went into the pavilion and listened to "refined vaudeville" which was about the worst ever - and soon tired us. The man who played the piano had the shoulders of a blacksmith. It cleared off beautifully, so that we started for Manitou about four and had a delightful walk ride over and walk when we arrived - along the shore to a "desert land" where we sat until almost sunset - talking idling and enjoying in our own private ways (and how differently!) the glories of the sky. A most magnificent bank of clouds over Canada - all snow-capped mountains and canyons - misty valleys - hawks circling and a "flock" of airships - then only one - flying across - Miss Mays is Edith's latest love. She is big-boned and enthusiastic - the leader of the Infant School in the Central Church - and originally lived in Southern Pennsylvania. She is
up the old lake into big foam-crested waves. The girls ran thro' the rain to join us and we went to the Cottage veranda and watched the storm and the lake and a small choo-choo boat laboring thro' it. Later we went into the pavilion and listened to "refined vaudeville" which was about the worst ever - and soon tired us. The man who played the piano had the shoulders of a blacksmith. It cleared off beautifully, so that we started for Manitou about four and had a delightful walk ride over and walk when we arrived - along the shore to a "desert land" where we sat until almost sunset - talking idling and enjoying in our own private ways (and how differently!) the glories of the sky. A most magnificent bank of clouds over Canada - all snow-capped mountains and canyons - misty valleys - hawks circling and a "flock" of airships - then only one - flying across - Miss Mays is Edith's latest love. She is big-boned and enthusiastic - the leader of the Infant School in the Central Church - and originally lived in Southern Pennsylvania. She is
