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Every one called it "West Injy Lane," but some of the property holders had put up a sign-post with the words, "Washington Avenue."
There was never a Washington Avenue which looked so little like one. A pleasant old road, -- it had not greatly changed its appearance since the day when the man for whom it had been renamed passed by. It meandered along, innocent of sidewalks, and bordered, right and left, with grass. A pond at one end was musical all the spring and summer, -- first with the high notes of the "peepers," then with the soprano trilling of toads, and finally with the gruff performances of basso-profundo bullfrogs.