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 up Southmead Main Street from the railroad station, and found the village just as they had left it.

"It's all here, as if we'd never been away!" said Rob.

"But we are changed," said Lou. "We've got pictures in our heads, and memories, that we didn't have before. We've lifted up our eyes unto the hills!"

"And our feet, too," said Peanut. "Yes, sir, we are changed. These old Southmead hills haven't grown smaller, but our eyes have grown bigger."

"You're a psychologist, Peanut," laughed Mr. Rogers.

"I'm a hungry one, whatever it is," Peanut replied. "Hope ma has saved some oatmeal."

"So do I!"

"So do I!"

"So do I!"

"So do I!"

"We seem to have the same old appetites, anyhow!" laughed Rob, as the White Mountain hike ended at the post-office, and the six hikers scattered for their homes.

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