"NO," said Peggy to herself, with a little sigh, "the naughty clouds has covered it up to-day. I can't see it." "Miss Peggy," came nurse's voice from the other side of the room, "your breakfast's waiting. Come to the table, my dear, and stand quiet while Master Thor says the grace."…
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