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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 hav