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It was a lovely night, indeed, with a moon,
which helped her around the house, through
beautiful old trees and some newly planted
shrubbery. There were cars parked along the
drive, but the big car in which Betty had been
brought was not to be seen. Of course, the
chauffeur was driving the older Huxleys, or
waiting somewhere for them. Betty knew that
there were plays at the theatres and other en-
tertainments going on.

With her scarf held tightly under her chin
and her wrap gathered about her, Betty lightly
flew to the drive and followed it around, not
feeling so lonely where she could see a few of
the rear lights. The walk looked spooky! She
was almost lost in this neighborhood, but as she
emerged upon a sidewalk, she could see at some
distance the lights of a street car passing. Then
it was not so late that the cars were off! Of
course not -- was she crazy? A few automobiles
passed, but this was off from the main arteries
of traffic. Like a slim ghost Betty hurried
along, stopping once for breath and to see if
her pretty bag contained any street car tickets.
Had she had any idea of walking, she could have
worn shoes and carried her satin slippers. But
they were ruined. That rain had been a light
shower, indeed, leaving the night as bright as

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