Medora had added a sleeping porch, a dining-porch and a lean-to for the
car; and she entertained there through the summer lavishly, even if
intermittently and casually.
"No place in the world like it!" she would declare enthusiastically to the
yet inexperienced and therefore the still unconverted. "The spring arrives
weeks ahead of our spring in town, and the fall lingers on for weeks after.
Come to our shore, where the fauna and flora of the whole country meet in
one. All the wild birds pass in their migrations; and the flowers!" Then
she would expatiate on the trailing arbutus in April, and the vast sheets
of pale blue lupines in early June, and the yellow, sunlike blossoms of the
prickly-pear in July, and the red glories of painter's-brush and
bittersweet and sumach in September. "No wonder," she would say, "that they
have to distribute handbills on the excursion-trains asking people to leave
the flowers alone!"
"How shocking!" Cope had cried, with his resonant laugh, when this phase of
the situation was brought to his attention. "Are the automobile people any
better?"
Randolph had told him of some of the other drawbacks involved in the
excursion.
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