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“White eyebrows child! What are you talkin’ about? Yer eyebrows are blacker nor that stove.”,Betty watching her, thought she had never seen “Mar” look so handsome and she thoroughly appreciated the cause.,CHAPTER VII.—THE LITTLE CHURCH IN THE COULEE.,“Yes, you shall be our dear little girl.” Mrs. Bennett took the forlorn child in her motherly arms and kissed her. “You’re tired and hungry, too, aren’t you?”,“What’s matter’s Gordon?” he enquired anxiously.,“And you’re my Ladybird sister,” Billy said, very softly for him, and threw his arm about them both.,“Here are more beads of wampum, Betty, as I have no garden.” Nell Gordon’s silver donation added appreciably to the weight of the collection box.,Mrs. Wopp viewed with misgiving the ornate writing not yet erased from the previous lesson. She feared her own handwriting would suffer by comparison.,“O Billy!” Jean gasped, fear for the little, delicate girl in that eery place lending sympathy to her voice.,“Who wants to drive my trained bear an’ monkey? Only a dime stranger, only a dime!”,“Can’t stop. It’s private anyway.” He waved his hand, ran across the foot-bridge and down the road, dodged into the brush for his wheel; and in a moment they heard his shout as he sped by toward town.,Mrs. Wopp was much too energetically engaged to enter into fuller argument. She busied herself preparing the tubs for rinsing, singing in a high tremolo, “Shall we gather at the river?”.