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Thoroughly enjoying her task, Betty flitted from flower to flower until she had gathered an armful of the lovely blossoms. Then visiting the vegetable beds she appropriated a few feathery sprays of asparagus. Returning to the house, she made up her bouquets. One, a great mass of yellow, lightly flecked with green, she set on a small table which stood in the darkest corner of the dining-room, then stood back to view the effect.,“But some people like their work, don’t they?” May Nell persisted. She was exploring strange country.,“O Billy!” Jean gasped, fear for the little, delicate girl in that eery place lending sympathy to her voice.,“Why, Billy? I don’t believe in whipping unless all else fails.”,“Are your going to church?” she asked, disappointment drawing her lips to a tremulous curve.,Me when I catch you sleepy head,,“No, no! They’ll kill us!”,‘The lighter pine trees overhead,’,But he was not to be hindered. “It’s only a scratch, mother; you can fuss it up all you want to later; but you mustn’t stop me now!” He pulled away from her and bounded up the path.,With a patient hand removin’,“Why doesn’t Billy come?” she asked of Bouncer; and the dog ran out of the door and stood on three legs, one forefoot lifted, his eyes fixed on the spot where Billy had disappeared. But no master was to be seen, and he went back to May Nell, whined, and put his nose on her knee.,The work went on, each length at the first possible opportunity resuming its state of strict neutrality and refusing to be drawn into negotiations..