Chapter 1
_ CHAPTER I
The day had been very hot under the tall trees which everywhere embower and stifle Saratoga, for they shut out the air as well as the sun； and after tea (they still have an early dinner at all the hotels in Saratoga, and tea is the last meal of the day) I strolled over to the pretty Congress Park, in the hope of getting a breath of coolness there. Mrs. March preferred to take the chances on the verandah of our pleasant little hotel, where I left her with the other ladies, forty fanning like one, as they rocked to and fro under the roof lifted to the third story by those lofty shafts peculiar to the Saratoga architecture. As far as coolness was concerned, I thought she was wise after I reached the park, for I found none of it there. I tried first a chair in the arabesque pavilion (I call it arabesque in despair； it might very well be Swiss； it is charming, at all events), and studied to deceive myself with the fresh-looking ebullition of the spring in th

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