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CHAPTER VIII.—BETTY VISITS THE CITY OF HER DREAMS. “I think you’ve broke my neck, kid,” he said, feebly, as quaking Billy helped him to his feet. “I guess Nancy’s got tired wartchin’ fer the gopher to come out,” remarked Betty, presently. “She’s left her job an’ gone away. P’raps she thinks she can git a mouse in the barn easier.”.
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