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Here Mrs. Wopp related for the hundredth time the account of the ketchup disaster. “You don’t want to see your mother now, do you, boy? No more do you feel like jabbering with Bess at our table. Come over to the hotel, and we’ll lunch together.” “Don’t Betty look jist too sweet,” she murmured when she had finally located the child, “Her hair looks as ef she had got tangled up in the milky way an’ there was nothin’ on it but star-dust.” Betty who secretly preferred to trip the light fantastic toe in this manner, maintained a discreet silence..