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an easy position, where he soon fell 

 asleep. 



Peter never could tell just where he 

 went, or how he got there. He was so 

 tired that he slept nearly all the time, but 

 finally he remembered being laid in a 

 little bedroom, and the next thing he 

 knew it was morning in the country, and 

 a breeze, sweeter than anything he had 

 ever smelled before, was blowing in 

 through the open window. 



He was just wondering where he was, 

 and how long he had slept, when the 

 door opened, and a motherly-looking 

 woman, with a bright face, and a cheery 

 voice, entered. 



" How are you this morning, my little 

 man ? '' she asked, laying her hand upon 

 Peter *s head. There was something in 

 the touch that brought a great lump into 

 the boy's throat ; he had never felt a 



