Betsys voice sounded all right she had no more fears. Betsy would manage somehow. She heard Betsys voice again talking to the other man, but she was busy looking at an exhibit of beautiful jelly glasses, and paid no attention. Then Betsy led her away again out of doors, where everybody was walking back and forth under the bright September sky, blowing on horns, waving plumes of brilliant tissue-paper, tickling each other with peacock feathers, and eating pop-corn and candy out of paper bags. That reminded Molly that they had ten cents yet. Oh, Betsy, she proposed, lets take a nickel of our money for some pop-corn. She was startled by Betsys fierce sudden clutch at their little purse and by the quaver in her voice as she answered: No, no,miles from Putney Farm, far too much for Molly to walk, and anyhow neither of them knew the way. They had only ten cents left, and nothing to eat. And the only people they knew in all that throng of strangers had gone back to Hillsboro. What will we do, Betsy? Molly kept on crying out, horrified by Betsys silence and evident consternation. The other s head swam. She tried again the formula which had helped her when Molly fell into the Wolf Pit, and asked herself, desperately, What would Cousin Ann do
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full of hurried strangers who came and went their own ways, with not a glance out of their hard eyes for two little girls stranded far from home. The bright-colored young man was no better when they found him again. He stopped his whistling only long enough to say, Nope, no Will Vaughan anywhere around these diggings yet. We were going home with the Vaughans, murmured Betsy, in a low tone, hoping for some help from him. Looks as though youd better go home on the cars, advised the young manMolly. Weve got to save every cent of that. Ive found out it costs thirty cents for us both to go home to Hillsboro on the train. The last one goes at six oclock. We havent got but ten, said Molly. Betsy looked at her silently for a moment and then burst out, Ill earn the rest! Ill earn it somehow! Ill have to! There isnt any other way! All right, said Molly quaintly, not seeing anything unusual in this. You can, if you want to. Ill wait for you here. No, you wont! cried Betsy, who had quite enough of trying to meet people in a crowd. No, you wont! You just follow me every minute! I dont want you out of my sight! They began to move forward now, Betsys eyes wildly roving from one place to another. How could a little girl earn money at a county fair!
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