From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:
This morning Mr. Atkins came over in his automobile. It is the only one in Ross, and he is awfully proud of it. He asked Aunt Hermine if she and the child, that’s me, would like to go for a little ride. Aunt Hermine said, “Yes, with the greatest pleasure.” That’s what grown-ups always say when you invite them someplace, even if they don’t want to go. So she went into the house and came out all wrapped up in a warm coat, even though it was a hot day, and she tied a veil around her hat, and then she bundled me up just like she did herself, and off we went. It was very nice, but I prefer to get around Ross with the little surrey that has fringe all around it and the little brown horse that pulls it. It doesn’t go so fast, but you have more time to look around and smell the good smells of the country and dream about them.
Ross is a few miles north of Mill Valley. This is similar to what Hilda would have seen on her ride:
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