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 “It’s the heat,” said Adkins. “It’s something awful in the city these”

“Nonsense!” said the other. “The city beats the country ten to one in summer. Fools go out tramping in muddy brooks and wear themselves out trying to catch little fish as long as your finger. Stay in town and keep comfortable—that’s my idea.”

“Some letters just came,” said Adkins. “I thought you might like to glance at them before you go.”

Let us look over his shoulder and read just a few lines of one of them:

Just received your letter ordering us to stay another month. Rita’s cough is almost gone. Johnny has simply gone wild like a little Indian. Will be the making of both children. work so hard, and I know that your business can hardly afford to keep us here so long. best man that ever you always pretend that you like the city in summer. trout fishing that you used to be so fond of and all to keep us well and happy  come to you if it were not doing the babies so much good. I stood last evening on Chimney Rock in exactly the same spot where I was when you put the wreath of roses on my head. through all the world