gazed at
the view
up and
down the
valley,
she would
grow
pensive.
“How
natural
the church
looks,”
she
continued.
And then,
having
crossed
both
bridges,
“Oh,
there’s
the dear
old lodge
gate!” Or
again,
while they
drove up
the valley
of the
little
Hoosic: “I
had
forgotten
it was so
nice and
lonely.
But after
all, no
woods are
so
interesting
as those
where you
might
possibly
see a bear
or an
elk.” And
upon
another
