off just before we reached it! A gentleman (who looked familiar to me
- and afterward turned out to be Tom Brown of
Scottsville, when he introduced himself
&c. assured us - but we found it was
our
train! He suggested going over to Piffard (2 miles
or so across the flats) to the Pa. R.R. - leaving at 6:52 &
offered to get us a trap. We decided to walk, however, to kill time,
partly, &
Meta telephoned home to Frieda to let our families know.
Mr. Brown
waited for us and we all started
off together. The road was muddy, except the edge. Herma got pretty tired after about half a
mile - and we saw a (springless) wagon with a big horse &
cheerful young driver coming & begged a ride. The wagon was dirty,
but Mr. B
spread
his coat & we piled on. Had a very jolty & a very jolly ride
- & the driver (Edwin Kichle) proved very
cheerful & entertained & entertaining. He drove us to the old
- fashioned hotel (Mrs. Connelly's) and we had
some delicious warm biscuits and lots of milk & all got well acquainted. Mr. B
proved good company. We
went
off just before we reached it! A gentleman (who looked familiar to me
- and afterward turned out to be Tom Brown of
Scottsville, when he introduced himself
&c. assured us - but we found it was
our
train! He suggested going over to Piffard (2 miles
or so across the flats) to the Pa. R.R. - leaving at 6:52 &
offered to get us a trap. We decided to walk, however, to kill time,
partly, &
Meta telephoned home to Frieda to let our families know.
Mr. Brown
waited for us and we all started
off together. The road was muddy, except the edge. Herma got pretty tired after about half a
mile - and we saw a (springless) wagon with a big horse &
cheerful young driver coming & begged a ride. The wagon was dirty,
but Mr. B
spread
his coat & we piled on. Had a very jolty & a very jolly ride
- & the driver (Edwin Kichle) proved very
cheerful & entertained & entertaining. He drove us to the old
- fashioned hotel (Mrs. Connelly's) and we had
some delicious warm biscuits and lots of milk & all got well acquainted. Mr. B
proved good company. We
went
off just before we reached it! A gentleman (who looked familiar to me
- and afterward turned out to be Tom Brown of
Scottsville, when he introduced himself
&c. assured us - but we found it was
our
train! He suggested going over to Piffard (2 miles
or so across the flats) to the Pa. R.R. - leaving at 6:52 &
offered to get us a trap. We decided to walk, however, to kill time,
partly, &
Meta telephoned home to Frieda to let our families know.
Mr. Brown
waited for us and we all started
off together. The road was muddy, except the edge. Herma got pretty tired after about half a
mile - and we saw a (springless) wagon with a big horse &
cheerful young driver coming & begged a ride. The wagon was dirty,
but Mr. B
spread
his coat & we piled on. Had a very jolty & a very jolly ride
- & the driver (Edwin Kichle) proved very
cheerful & entertained & entertaining. He drove us to the old
- fashioned hotel (Mrs. Connelly's) and we had
some delicious warm biscuits and lots of milk & all got well acquainted. Mr. B
proved good company. We
went
