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different sun from what we have down to 

 New York, ain't it?" asked Peter. 



" I never heard that you had a different 

 one," replied the lady. "I didn't know 

 that God had made more than one for 

 these parts." 



" Well, it looks different, anyway," 

 said Peter stoutly. " This sun is a good 

 deal bigger and brighter, and he looks 

 jolly and laughing, and our sun looks 

 sorter pale and as though he was going to 

 go out." 



" I guess the New York sun has got 

 about tired of trying to get through the 

 smoke and dust," said Aunt Ruth. " It 

 must be mighty hard on him to have to 

 send his beams way down in between 

 them tall buildings.*' 



" Aunt Ruth," said Peter the follow- 

 ing day, " there is one thing that I want 

 to do awful when I get out doors, but I 



