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* * * * * _ September _ 10 . This morning father and I were obliged to go to town upon some hospital business , and as we had to remain there for luncheon , or perhaps longer , we took the train instead of driving over , leaving Lavinia to pack , so that she might have a free Saturday to drive with me to bid Mrs. Bradford good-by , and learn the latest news of Sylvia and Horace . Meanwhile the boys were to go fishing with Martin , who is as careful of them as possible , taking their lunch with them . They did not have good luck , however , and growing restless and tired of fishing without catching , Martin brought them home by three o'clock , and as both he and Miss Lavinia had finished their preparations for leaving , they went out to the seat by the rose arbour to enjoy what was left of the glorious afternoon , for it has been one of those days that come in dreams , so perfect that one knows it can not last . `` I hope that I shall not lose all track of you this winter , '' said Miss Lavinia . `` Of course you will be busy , but you might spare a lonely woman an evening now and then for piquet , or whist if Evan or the Doctor should come to town . '' `` Lose track of you , Miss Lavinia , -- how could that be possible ? ''