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WOULD you ever dream that four children could be homesick in such a beautiful house as Mr. Cordyce's? Jess was the first one to long for the old freight car.
"O Grandfather," she said one morning, "I wish I could cook something once more in the old kettle."
"Go out in the kitchen," said her grandfather, "and mess around all you like. The maids will help you."
Jess brightened up at once, and flew out into the kitchen, where three or four maids brought her everything she wanted to cook with.
And Benny was the last one to wish for his old home.
"Grandfather," he said one day, "I wish I could drink this milk out of my own pink cup!"
This set Mr. Cordyce to thinking. He had plenty of pink cups, it is true, but none of them were as dear to Benny as his own.
"I think I shall have to surprise you children," said Mr. Cordyce at last. "But before the surprise comes, perhaps you would like to
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