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The cottages are closed; the summer people have gone back to the city; only the farmers and the commuters -- barnacled folk -- remain as the summer tide recedes, fixed to the rocks of winter because they have grown fast. To live is to have two houses: a country house for the summer, a city house for the winter; to close one, and open the other; to change, to flit!
How different it used to be when I was a boy -- away yonder in the days of farms and old-fashioned homes and old-time winters! Things were prepared for, were made something of, and enjoyed in those days -- the "quiltings," the "raisings," the Thanksgivings! What getting ready there used to be -- especially for the winter! for what wasn't there to get ready! and how much of everything to get ready there used to be!