But you 'd better wait for me . You do n't look fit to walk five miles . '' But Chester was off . Walk five miles ! Pooh ! He could walk twenty with hope to lure him on . Albemarle Street finally frayed off into a real country road . Chester was glad to find himself out in the country once more , with the great golden fields basking on either side and the wooded hills beyond , purple with haze . He had grown to hate the town with its cold , unheeding faces . It was good to breathe clear air again and feel the soft , springy soil of the ferny roadside under his tired little feet . Long before the five miles were covered , Chester began to wonder if he would hold out to the end of them . He had to stop and rest frequently , when those queer dizzy spells came on . His feet seemed like lead . But he kept doggedly on . He would not give in now ! The white and yellow church was the most welcome sight that had ever met his eyes . Over the hill he met a man and inquired the way to Mount Hope Farm . Fortunately , it was nearby . At the gate Chester had to stop again to recover from his dizziness . He liked the look of the place , with its great , comfortable barns and quaint , roomy old farmhouse , all set down in a trim quadrangle of beeches and orchards .
There was an appearance XXXXX peace and prosperity about it .
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