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 "The planting of the rose was a heavenly inspiration if it does 'fix Tom!' We'll call Tom the Chinese Enemy. No, we'll call him the Yellow Peril," laughed Nancy in triumph.

"I don't see why you did n't go over to Germany yourself, Nancy, and take a trunk of samples!" cried Mrs. Carey, wiping the tears of merriment from her eyes. "I can't think what the postage on your letter must have been."

"Ten cents," Nancy confessed, "but was n't it worth it, Muddy?—Come, read the last few lines, and then we'll run all the way home to tell the others."

"I can't remember why I told him about Mother Carey's chickens," said Nancy reflect-