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Betty's appearance and the flying, pretty hair
from which the scarf had become disarranged.
"I'll take a chance on you, young lady," said
the man with a half smile, "and pay your fare
myself. So you got scared, did you? Better
not be out alone so late."

"Oh, never again! Never again," gasped
Betty. "Thank you, so much! Please what is
your name, so we can pay you?"

The conductor hesitated, but evidently con-
cluded that it was best to let the affair be settled
that way. He told her, slowly.

Again Betty flew along the way home from
the street car half an hour later. And oh, how
good it was to see a light at home! Yes, Mother,
_Mother,_ was still up!

Several short rings did Betty give and when
her mother opened the door, she began to cry
and laugh a little so hysterically that her mother
was alarmed. "What is it, my child? And who
brought you home like this?"

Betty hastened to tell her mother that she was
not hurt, "only all upset, Mamma," but she had
to have a little cry before she could tell all
about it. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed
more than once. "Poor Jack! And Mathilde
didn't know what she was doing the last time I
spoke to her!"


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