To her sister Louisa
. . We left dear old
Brattleboro on Sunday afternoon, at five o'clock, serenely packed in our little carriage; the good old boarding-house woman kissed me, and presented me with a bundle, containing cake, biscuits, and whortleberries.... Two calico bags, one big and one little, contained our baggage for the journey.
Chev and I felt well and happy, the children were good, the horses went like birds, and showed themselves horses of good mettle, by carrying us over a distance of one hundred miles in something less than two days, for we arrived here at three o'clock to-day, so that the second 24 hours was not completed.
Very pleasant was our little journey.
We started very early each morning, and went ten or twelve miles to becassim;
1 the country inns were clean, quiet and funny.
We had custards, pickles, and pies for breakfast, and tea at dinner.
Oh, it was a good time!
At
Athol, I found a piano, and sat down to sing negro songs for the children.
A charming audience, comprising cook, ostler, and waiter, collected around the parlour door, and encouraged me with a broom and a pitchfork.
Well, it was pleasant to arrive at our dear Green Peace, or
Villa Julia, as they call it. We found everything in beautiful order, the green corn grown as high as our heads, and ripe enough to eat, the turkey sitting on eleven eggs, the peahen on four, six young turkeys already growing up, and two broods of young chickens.
