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“You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?”,“The prize is equally divided between James Dorr and William Bennett,” the judges announced.,They turned into the town’s finest hotel, just opened.,And the shouts that greeted this fiat shook the old barn and made the hens in the hay cackle with fright.,For a moment Betty stood in an attitude of dejection, but suddenly her face brightened. The muscles at the corners of her mouth stiffened, her little pointed chin was thrust forward ever so slightly and a look came into her brown eyes which said plainly, “Never you mind, Moses Wopp, I’ll get money and more than two bits for my missionary box.”,“Well, well, you don’t say!”,Mrs. Mifsud who had listened to this recital with polite interest, now excused herself on the plea of urgent duties in the kitchen.,“Now then,,The basket piled high with snowy linen and cotton seemed almost to overflow the brim. Betty pressed the clothes down with her brown hands, while the complaining boy enlarged on the sordid details of that trying wash-day and on the manner in which his mother had teased him. The child’s sense of humor outbalanced even her sympathy and a peal of laughter rang out. Her laugh was a long delicious trill, as though a bird had dropped from the clouds singing still with the sunrise tangled in its notes. Moses paused long enough for a procession of commas and semicolons to pass by. Then seeing his disappointment in her apparent lack of sympathy, Betty hastened to console him.,Jean hid a queer little smile that she could not repress.,“And Jimmy is already Roderick Dhu.”,“Them carrots do smell sweet.”.