h to be named Ben Something or Other if they were in
Scotland; but this is such a country of mountains you know--White, Blue,
and Green--that they don't get grand titles conferred on them unless
they're beyond the average.

Manchester-in-the-Mountains is called the "City of Marble Pavements,"
which makes you feel, before you see it, as if you were coming to Rome
after it was improved by Augustus Caesar. But it is really a perfectly
beautiful village, whose highroad is the main street, and at the same
time a cathedral-aisle of elms. They paved it with marble only because
there's so much marble about they don't know what to do with it
all--unless they give it away with a pound of tea. We stayed all night
in the nicest country hotel Jack and I ever saw in our lives. It's named
after a neighbouring mountain; and I think it must have been made by
throwing several colonial houses together and building bits in between.
The rooms give circumstantial evidence for this theory, too, for there
are labyrinths of drawing-rooms and parlours and boudoirs and libraries,
with a step or two up, or a step or two down, to get in. It's chintzy
and cozy and old-fashioned looking, yet really it's up to or ahead of
date. As for the people who stay there, GOLF is written all over them,
for the great attraction of the place is one of the best golf courses in
the United States.

We both felt that we were being cruelly torn away when we had to "move
on" again next morning, but we are always pretty soon resigned to being
in a car again, you know! I feel so deliciously irresponsible the minute
I start off, like a parcel being sent to some nice destination by post.
I can't understand any one _not_ feeling that a motor is as
companionable as a horse, can you? It has so many interesting moods, and
one's relation with the dear thing--if it belongs to one--gets to be so
perfect!

Besides the joy of the car, we found the Green Mountains particularly
lovable, not large, but of endearing shapes. We should have liked to
have them for pets. Yet the pet aspect is only one of many. They have
grand aspects, too. They've inspired poets, and given courage to
soldiers. Yesterday we had thought Vermont all made of gardens. To-day
it was made of mountains, mountains everywhere the eyes turned. And
wherever there was a place to nestle an exquisite farmhouse did nestle.
I used to think that England had the monopoly of beautiful farmhouses,
but these Vermont ones, tho