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“Rocky?” he interrupted. “You bet not. It’ll be just bully, that’s what!”,They turned into the town’s finest hotel, just opened.,“You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?”,After supper, Betty was sought diligently, but without success. At last Moses discovered her underneath the huge red tablecloth that covered the dining-room table. She was sound asleep on the floor with Jethro in her arms and his head on her bosom. Her face was smeared with tear-stains.,“But you don’t feel so now, my son. Jimmy will soon be well; you, too. Then you can talk with him about it. Rest, now; that is your first duty,” she comforted, and left him.,“Put a nose an’ eyes over his own planner an’ you’d think there’s the man hisself,” flung back Mrs. Wopp.,Betty, orphaned at the age of six, had been adopted by the kind-hearted Mrs. Wopp. The child found her chief joy in life, outside of Jethro, Nancy and Job, in a flower-bed. A small plot of ground had been allotted her for her own use, and there every spring for the last four years her precious flowers had bloomed and had filled her eyes with brightness and her soul with gladness. Morning-glories and nasturtiums were the surest to bloom. They climbed the strings so gracefully and turned the old weather-beaten fence where they grew into a tapestry of gorgeous dyes.,Out of the tail of her eye Betty noted this little touch of sentiment and was much impressed.,“The fairies might git cross,” countered Betty.,“Do you live here?” she questioned with an irrepressible shudder.,“I can dance, too,” she said with childish pride.,“Why doesn’t your mama have a man to take care of the grounds?” she questioned after she had told him something of her parents and home..