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of Hoio, " but exactly where^ her father had lived 

 was not so clear. In The States somewhere, and in 

 "Ogden's Valley." There was a lake there that 

 had salt in it, and not far off was the sea. "In 

 America," she said, and she gave such a sweet and 

 novel twang to her words, "we had a cow of our 

 own, and two horses and a wagon and a dog." 

 "Yes," joined in her little brother, "and nice 

 chickens and a goose." "But," continued the sis- 

 ter, "we owns none o' them here. In America 

 'most everybody owned their houses, and we could 

 a' owned a house if we had stayid." 



"What made you leave America? " I inquired. 



"'Cause me father wanted to see his friends." 



"Did your mother want to come back? " 



"No, me mother wanted to stay in America." 



" Is food as plenty here, — do you have as much 

 to eat as in The States ? " 



"Oh, yes, and more. The first year we were in 

 America we could not get enough to eat." 



"But you do not get meat very often here, do 

 you ? " 



"Quite often," — not so confidently. 



"How often?" 



"Well, sometimes we has pig's liver in the week 

 time, and we allers has meat of a Sunday; we likes 

 meat. " 



Here we emerged from the fields into the high- 

 way, and the happy children went their way and 

 I mine. 



In the evening, as I was strolling about the town, 



