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car," said Mary Emma, who happened to be
sitting by Betty's strap.

"I'll not forget to do that," said Betty,
breezily. "Who said it?"

"Guess."

But Betty would not guess, and there was
too much noise for conversation; for when large
numbers of pupils are together, if manners are
remembered at all, older passengers are usually
thankful. But these high school pupils, if a bit
noisy at times, were an interesting and attrac-
tive group that needed only occasional re-
minders from motorman or conductor when too
full of spirits.

Arm in arm with Mary Emma, and carrying
her suitcase in her free hand, Betty traversed
the walk to the high school building. "It was
Budd, Betty," said Mary Emma. "He said that
you would have made the best angel in the play
-- your hair and eyes and everything -- and that
it was too bad you hadn't been in the dramatic
club longer and that they had to let a senior
girl have the part anyway."

"Why, wasn't that nice of old Budd!" cried
Betty, pleased. "And the angel has to say
tilings, so it couldn't be just looks, Budd
meant."


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