It was a bright, beautiful day.

Our room in the hotel faced the main public square, and the sights there--the people coming in from the country with all kinds of beautiful flowers to sell, the women coming in with their dogs drawing large, brightly polished cans filled with milk, the people streaming into the cathedral--filled me with a sense of newness that I had never before experienced.
After spending some time in Antwerp, we were invited to go with a part of a half-dozen persons on a trip through Holland.

This party included Edward Marshall and some American artists who had come over on the same steamer with us.

We accepted the invitation, and enjoyed the trip greatly.

I think it was all the more interesting and instructive because we went for most of the way on one of the slow, old-fashioned canal-boats.