“What a lucky child I am to have my name begin with a P,” Peggy said. “There can’t be any other State as interesting as Pennsylvania.”
CHAPTER XII
HOW PEGGY SPENT HER MONEY
As Peggy was going out of Miss Betsy’s kitchen door, some hens straggled along the grass. Some were brown and some were white and some were yellow. Peggy thought they were all fat, prosperous-looking hens. She admired their red combs and their yellow legs.
“I wish we had some hens,” she said to Miss Betsy. “Eggs cost such a lot we can’t ever have any cake.”
“I’d give you some fresh eggs to take back to your mother, only I am afraid you might slip and break them.”
Peggy looked thoughtful. It would be nice to have the eggs, but it would be hard to have to walk home with the eggs on her mind.
“Mother, I wish we kept hens,” she said as she ran into the kitchen. “Miss Betsy has such nice ones.”