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“Gosh!” he exclaimed, as Isobel closed on the last startlingly unexpected note, “that’s where some feller planks his strawr hat on a beauty butterfly!” “Put a li’l shoe-black on then an’ that’ll make me dark again,” advised Betty serenely. “Who is going to auction the quilt when it is finished?” inquired Nell Gordon, appealing to her hostess as President of the Ladies’ Aid. “I think the linin’ of Miss Gordon’s cloud needs polishin’ these days,” ventured Betty, shyly..