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The door opened and Betty, who had stayed in school to clean the blackboard for “teacher,” appeared. She came in bringing with her the very essence of outdoor freshness and buoyancy. “A cat tablecloth!” the little girl laughed. Jean hid a queer little smile that she could not repress..
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