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“I’ll get word from them in the morning. Don’t worry any more, but rest; sleep if you can. You can’t help them till you have helped yourself.”,“Oh yes,” said Betty solemnly, “they tell me orl their secrets. They call me their Mornin-Glory Girl.” As she spoke she leaned over to touch with her slender, brown fingers one of the pure, white bells.,“Thank you Mr. Newman, you’re a prince.”,“And, darling, I know how to find your mother,” Edith encouraged, brushing her own moist eyes, and clasping them all in her round young arms. “I’ll have your picture taken, and get it in all the papers—”,“La now! An’ why do you say that, my dear?” inquired Mrs. Wopp. “Set up straight, Moses, yer back looks like you was packin’ a sack of pertaters.”,“How nice, Betty,” answered Nell, who had threaded her needle and was now prepared to join those already busily stitching away. “You and I will travel down the ages side by side.”,“Jethro barks with his mouth an’ smiles with his tail,” said Betty.,“O mother, how can there be joy if life is all work and never any fun?” He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek.,“What has happened to you, Billy?” his mother questioned sharply as she turned at his voice and saw his damaged head. “You’re hurt, Billy!”,“Last November.”,“Yes, Mr. Brown,” he answered, keeping his face from sight.,“No; I’ll do it first thing to-morrow.” He tried vainly to change the subject. “I—”.