Richard was unable to do his usual amount of work, and both he and his wife were too fond of the country to enjoy an entire winter in town.

In the spring they went back to Marion.
MARION, MASSACHUSETTS.

May, 1901.
We arrived here last night in a glowing sunset which was followed by a grand moon.

The house was warm and clean and bright, with red curtains and open fires and everything was just as we had left it, so that it seemed as though we had just come out of a tortuous bad dream of asphalt and L.roads and bad air.

I was never so glad to get away from New York.
Outside it is brisk and fine and smells of earth and melting snow and there is a grand breeze from the bay.