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A dull yellow glow from the kerosene lamp, placed by Moses on the bureau, lighted up the figure of Betty reclining on snowy pillows. On one side of her was seated Howard, his arm about the drowsy child. On the side of the bed, squarely seated on one of Mrs. Wopp’s texts worked into the patchwork quilt, was Nell, watching the little pallid face and trying to avoid the eyes of her silent lover. “Can you forgive me, Nell? This guiding star of Moses is our guiding star, too.” After a moment Howard continued, “I wish we could transplant this morning-glory into our garden, don’t you?” CHAPTER XIV.—BETTY AMONG THE FLOWERS.

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He laughed coarsely. “George Smith’s kid, all right. You’ve got the same high way with you.” When the program was over Moses noticed enviously that Betty was so close to the orchestra that her ear was almost in the trombone. “Come on Betty, you haven’t had a dance this evening. It isn’t fair for the grownups to have all the fun,” invited Howard Eliot. “Don’t Job look jist like Mariar Mifsud goin’ to meetin’,” gurgled Betty..