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“What’ll I sing Betty?” “Break it,—not now; when I tell you.” “But the girls and small fry can’t come in on that. Besides, that little city kid’ll be lonesome if I leave her.”.
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“Well, the lack of Buzz shall not damage your show; I’ll go,” Mrs. Lancaster yielded. “Let’s go to the park and play football,” Jimmy responded quickly. Betty, orphaned at the age of six, had been adopted by the kind-hearted Mrs. Wopp. The child found her chief joy in life, outside of Jethro, Nancy and Job, in a flower-bed. A small plot of ground had been allotted her for her own use, and there every spring for the last four years her precious flowers had bloomed and had filled her eyes with brightness and her soul with gladness. Morning-glories and nasturtiums were the surest to bloom. They climbed the strings so gracefully and turned the old weather-beaten fence where they grew into a tapestry of gorgeous dyes. Mrs. Bennett looked fondly at Billy, then back to Mr. Smith. “Thank you,” she said slowly, trying to gather courage for what she was to say. “Billy must not be paid for doing his duty. With the money he has earned from the State I am sure we shall be able to help him through a good schooling; for the rest my husband’s son must win his own way.”.
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