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advised. "You just leave all the carrying to
Chauncey and me."

"Not a bit of it!" cried Kathryn. "We want
to see those little Woods kiddies. Moreover,
cars do lock, Betty."

"We know where to find them this time any-
how," said Betty.

Again the Allen car wound round the Lyon
High drives out upon the wide thoroughfare,
making its way down town and out to the dis-
trict whose buildings and surroundings made it
very clear that poverty marked its inhabitants.

The hall which the young people reached after
climbing the two flights of rickety stairs gave
some evidence of having been cleaned and there
was a rush to the door by young feet, they could
hear, after the knock which Kathryn gave.

The door was flung open and grins of pleasure
welcomed the high school representatives. "We
saw you come and Mother said we could open
the door," said the eldest, her eyes big at the
array of what had been brought. "Oh, Mother,
come! There's a bushel basket and lots of
things!"

"Merry Christmas," said Betty, smiling at
everybody, as she looked past the children at
Mrs. Woods, who again appeared with a sleepy
baby that she placed upon the bed. The room,

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