“‘You bet’ isn’t nice,” the child chid gently, and waited a moment before continuing. “My papa won’t let my mama work. He went to South America to get rich. When he comes back, he wrote in a letter to me, I shall be as rich as a princess.”,
“To be shore you kin,” was the reply, “but don’t hurry too much an’ smarsh the crockery.”,
“Good-by Dad and Mar and Mosey,” called Betty as she sped down the path toward the school-house..
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