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“Mosey, ef I darn yer socks fer a month would you let me hev’ two bits?” So a little church had been built there. The four walls of peeled logs carefully chinked with plaster were now grey and weathered. Inside of the building the red-draped altar, pulpit and reading-desk occupied at least one-third of the available space. There were pews to seat a score of people and behind these was a large heater. The uneven walls were whitewashed. In the windows, three on each side, were alternate blue and white panes of glass. School having been closed a week for repairs Miss Gordon had brought Betty to the shining city of her childish dreams..
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