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Ben: Twelve-thirty?

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Ben: Very well, Doctor. Good-bye.

And Ben hung up the receiver.

"He says he'll be here at 12:30," said Ben, rejoining Uncle Jack.

"Thank you, Ben. Now there is plenty of time for a swim, children," said Uncle Jack, leading the way to the bath house.

"Well," said the Doctor, as they gathered on the porch after luncheon, "I am very sorry to have you leave Chatham. I shall certainly miss you when

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“And we are sorry to go, Doctor, and shall certainly miss you greatly. We cannot thank you enough for the many courtesies you have shown

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"The pleasure is all on my side," replied the Doctor, smiling. "See," he continued, pointing seaward, "there go the United States battleships on their way to Provincetown Harbor."

"Yes," said Uncle Jack, "I believe that the fleet is to assemble there to be reviewed by the President to-morrow."

"Oh, then we shall see it all, sha'n't we, Uncle Jack?" interrogated May.

"Yes, if we get there in time," was the reply.

"I have an idea," exclaimed the Doctor. "Let me drive you over in my car to-morrow morning. It's only thirty-five or thirty-six miles. You can send your baggage to Boston by express.

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"That's a good idea, Doctor, and we thank you very much," replied Uncle Jack.

"Doctor," asked Belle, at this point, "who is that old, old man walking slowly along the beach? I have noticed him before, and meant to ask you about him, but I forgot."

"Oh!” replied the Doctor, "I think he must be

THE LAST LEAF."

I saw him once before,

As he passed by the door,
And again

The pavement stones resound,

As he totters o'er the ground

With his cane.

They say that in his prime,

Ere the pruning-knife of Time

Cut him down,

Not a better man was found

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The mossy marbles rest

On the lips that he has prest

In their bloom,

And the names he loved to hear

Have been carved for many a year

On the tomb.

My grandmamma has said,

Poor old lady, she is dead

Long ago,

That he had a Roman nose,

And his cheek was like a rose

In the snow.

But now his nose is thin,

And it rests upon his chin

Like a staff,

And a crook is in his back,
And a melancholy crack

In his laugh.

I know it is a sin

For me to sit and grin

At him here;

But the old three-cornered hat,

And the breeches, and all that,

Are so queer!

And if I should live to be
The last leaf upon the tree
In the spring,

Let them smile, as I do now,

At the old forsaken bough
Where I cling.

Oliver Wendell Holmes.

"Did you know Oliver Wendell Holmes, Doctor?" asked Ben, as the Doctor finished.

"Yes. I met him in Boston several times. He was very genial and very witty. I heard a good story about him recently," replied the Doctor.

"Dr. Holmes, upon going to dine with a Boston neighbor, was met by his hostess who, with an apologetic air, said:

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"Doctor, I could not get another man. So we are just four women, and you will have to take us all in to dinner.”

""To be forewarned is to be four-armed,' he said with a bow."

"That was a witty reply," said Uncle Jack, "and a clever use of the old adage. Do you remember one of his fine poems, -the song written in 1836 for the centennial celebration of Harvard University?"

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