| she was a little girl. At first Betsy had not dared to ask to see her, much less to play with her, but when Ellen, as she had promised, came over to Putney Farm that first Saturday she had said right out, as soon as she landed in the house, Oh, Mrs. Putney, cant we play with Deborah? And Aunt Abigail had answered: Why yes, of course! I knew there was something Ive kept forgetting! She went up with them herself to the cold attic and opened the little hair-trunk under the eaves. There lay a | should they, Betsy? No indeed, said Betsy, looking mysterious. As a matter of fact, she herself had no idea what Stashie meant, but she looked wise and said nothing. Some of the boys had squatted down near the rocks for a game of marbles now. Well, anyhow, said Molly resentfully, I dont care what his stepfather does to his stockings. I wish Lias would wear em to school. And lots of times he hasnt anything on under those horrid old overalls either! I can see his bare skin through the |
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