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should think everybody would want to 

 be good here so as not to spoil all the 

 beautiful things that God has made. 

 Seems so God must have spent a pile of 

 time making the country. He made it a 

 good deal better than he did New York.'' 



" Man made the city, Peter, and God 

 made the country ; that is the difference,'* 

 said Aunt Ruth, and Peter pondered on 

 what she had said. 



One day in midsummer, when the 

 crutches had been thrown away and 

 Peter was nearly well (although he still 

 limped a little). Aunt Ruth proposed 

 that he pick a box of flowers and send to 

 the hospital, where there were still many 

 little sufferers. 



Peter at once set to work. He was 

 glad enough to do anything for these 

 children, whom he remembered well, al- 

 though his new life in the country had 



