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Moses blushed deeply and dared not raise his eyes from the ground lest Isobel should see his embarrassment. “Then you don’t love yer li’l sister ef you don’t want her to look like you.” Betty almost wept. “Yes, you shall be our dear little girl.” Mrs. Bennett took the forlorn child in her motherly arms and kissed her. “You’re tired and hungry, too, aren’t you?”.
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