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“Did you see the fine bin of carrots, Mar?” inquired Betty. Howard led Nell through the intricacies of a square dance. “She’d like fust-rate to come, but Glory be! She’d want ter fetch her pet turkey and Jethro.”.
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Mrs. Bennett rose and tucked him in snugly. “Let us drop it till school closes, Billy. Then we’ll talk it over.” Billy ran off full of vague expectation born of his mother’s smile. No one in all the country round, not even Harold Prettyman, whose father had the finest farm in Vine County, had such a splendid place to play as the Bennetts’ back lot that sloped down to Runa Creek. As Billy slammed the gate and bounded out on a huge boulder that hung over the creek, a sounding cheer greeted him from below. Betty, not interested in intricate relationships, tiptoed into the parlor and uncovering the organ, played with one finger “Home Sweet Home.” The wool-embroidered motto on the wall almost wept. CHAPTER VII THE FIGHT.
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