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laid eggs, together with the sweet breath 

 of the country air, put roses in Peter's 

 cheeks, but it was not until he got out of 

 doors, that the tan of which the doctor 

 had spoken appeared. 



He was the happiest child imaginable 

 when he could sit by the open window 

 and look out. "Whew," he cried, half 

 to himself and half to the good lady 

 whom he had learned to call Aunt 

 Ruth. " I guess you people must be 

 awful rich. Richer'n any one in New 

 York.'' 



" Goodness, child," exclaimed the lady, 

 " I guess you are mistaken in thinking 

 that. We don't owe any one, and that is a 

 blessing, but we ain't rich. Why, we 

 would be called just comfortable in the 

 country." 



" How can you afford so much of it ? " 

 then asked Peter doubtfully. 



