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Fifth Day. This morning the tents came down, fishing tackle was put
away, clothes shoved into the duffle bags for the last time. We
paddled across the lake to the hotel. Closing remarks by the Party:
Aunt: “Camp generally becomes passably comfortable just as one nears
the end of the trip.”
Prince: “How I love the railway.”
Sybil: “At the end of the last carry, still carrying on!”
Checkers: “Prince Tripp tripped up--a spring trip! Polly’s eyes have
been opened.”
Polly: “They’ve never been entirely shut. I only winked occasionally.”
These journal notes I am sending you with my love, care of the State
Department, Washington.
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