In Search of an Unknown Race — page 252: what you’re looking at

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238 VAN. CHAPTER XXXVI. DON CARLOS’S BIRTHDAY FESTIVAL, Tuat June, generally speaking, is the one perfect month known to our New England States, will be ad- mitted by the dwellers in that much abused climate. When Van Briscoe had left Boston nearly fifteen months before, the trees were barren of leaves, the sky of a leaden hue, and the bleak winds swirling clouds of dust from the frozen ground. When he returned to it, nature was smiling in her new summer dress. The trees were clad with foliage, the sky blue, and the winds, even if they were due east, cooled the atmosphere to just about the right degree of temperature. Don Carlos Flores was enjoying life to the utmost. The novel experience of a New England winter had had its drawbacks, despite the warmth and luxury of his handsome suite of rooms in an expensive flat, and his Jong, fur-lined coat and similar devices for getting the better of Jack Frost. But summer, with its manifold pleasures, was at hand, and Dan Carlos had blossomed out, so to speak, with the season. It was whispered that his wardrobe excelled that in which Mr. Berry Wall of New York delights his soul and displays his esthetic tastes. Eomichookssco