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" What, child ? We don't own any- 

 thing extravagant that I know of." 



'' Why, the grass," said Peter, " it's 

 awful expensive. Why, the richest folks 

 in New York don't have only a little 

 piece as big as this room. They can't 

 afford it.'' 



Aunt Ruth laughed until her sides 

 ached. ** Grass don't cost much of any- 

 thing in the country," she said ; *' it just 

 grows, that's all." 



" My, but that must be awful nice," 

 cried Peter, taking a deep breath of the 

 fragrant air. " If I ever get to be a man 

 I am going to live in the country. 

 Where does your cop live. Aunt 

 Ruth?" 



** Cop, child ; are you flighty ? See 

 here, let me feel of your head. You are 

 getting along fine and I don't want you 

 to go to getting a fever. Your head is 



