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feast? on French rolls with sweet butter, fromage de Brie and once, just oncethe words "just once" are individually underlined we did have a real American pumpkin pie. Such joy! From that perfect Paradise we came to Germany, where we visited my old Grandmother in Stiesbaden?Misspelling of Wiesbaden, perhaps? and more relatives in Karlsruhe[[,/.]] then on from there to Munish which is the nicest old city we have been in yet.? Simply adorable, and we are

right side of page every one was out good friend before we left. Never could we go for a walk that we didn't return with our pockets filled with fruit or our arms with flowers. Every morning we would start off for a long tramp with an immense basket of lunch under our arm?, our sleeves rolled up, caps on our heads, short skirts, and no collars?; about noon we would wind up in the woods and