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Her first night in the country! The first night for little Rebecca Taylor spent anywhere but in the beloved studio, except for that one night on the sleeper. Dr. Price had recommended sleep and perfect quiet. Rebecca had been moved to the room that had been her father's, and there she lay, dozing and dreaming through the long June day. Every now and then Aunt Testy would come, bearing a tray of delicious food. Rebecca would keep her eyes open long enough to eat and then would drop back into fitful slumber.

"Where is my grandfather, Aunt Testy?" she asked when the dinner tray arrived, laden with food the like of which the little studio waif had seldom seen.

"He done been helt up down yonder to the hub fact'ry. He jes' phomed up to enquire arfter you. I answered it myself an' I could repo't you wa' a worryin' down right smart nourishment."

"I should say I am," laughed Rebecca. "I