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“Yes, Mr. Brown,” he answered, keeping his face from sight. CHAPTER II.—CONCERNING BETTY. “Moses, here with that pie,” called the gratified Mrs. Wopp, “Yer par wants some.”.

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Outside of the flower garden proper and between it and the vegetables, were several rows of gay sunflowers. Mr. Wopp approved of these mightily, because the seeds were “sich grand feed for the chickings.” Betty looked on these gaudy sentinels with sorrowing pity, because they had not the daintiness of the other flowers. “Shade of Beelzebub! Where did you spring from?” shouted the astonished man. “Heavens to Betsey! We’ll do it!” “Billy! You’re freezing!” She sprang up and turned on the light..