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HOTEL BELLEVUE BEACON STREET, BEACON HILL BOSTON

Oct: 13: 24

My darling wee Mother We don't expect the English mail in till to-morrow morning, but I am taking the chance of writing you, as for once we have a quiet evening. On Friday night we dined with Miss Amy Lowell, a poetess. A wonderful house & an amazing library, but we thought her rather a tiresome egotist. On Saturday morning we set off in Ferris Greenslet's car and motored 150 miles to the White Mountains in New Hampshire. The weather was perfect & the country beautiful beyond wonder. We put up at a farmhouse at the foot of Mt Chocorua, with Mrs Page (the ambassador's widow) as our neighbour.

We went over to her after dinner, & it was a great pleasure to see the kind old body again. Next morning Ferris & I ascended Chocorua. It is 4000 ft, & the top is rock, but it is an easy climb. The view was beyond belief - from Vermont to the sea, & from Maine to Massachusetts - the whole country like a marvellous Persian carpet of autumn colours. I have never had such a Pisgah sight in my life. Mrs Page took Susie for the day & we all forgathered there for tea. To-day we had a lovely drive through the lake country of New Hampshire. To morrow I have to speak at a public luncheon, and in the afternoon we go to Milton, where I open the War Memorial on Thursday. America is making up for the bad weather at the start. We are very well, but longing to see you all again. It will be funny getting your election news in Canada. I do hope you are all well.

Much love

from

John