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Chapter seventeen of Exit Betty. This is a LibriVox recording.
All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more
information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox dot org. Read
by Claire, Exit Betty by Grace livingstone Hill, chapter seventeen.
Bob had just finished feeding the chickens when the automobile
(00:20):
drew up at the door, and he hurried around the
house to see who it might be. He was rather
looking for the return of that nice lawyer again. He
felt the family expected him some time soon. Perhaps he
would be to breakfast and his mother would want some
fresh eggs. They had dropped by at the edge of
the village, and there were only Hutton and the driver
who had brought them by. Had no mind to get
(00:41):
mixed up in this affair too openly. He valued his
standing in his home town, and he did not wish
to lose it. He had an instinct that what he
was doing might make him unpopular if it became known. Besides,
he had another axe to grind. Bob did not like
the looks of the strange dark man who got out
of the car and came into the yard with the
air of a thrashing machine, bolting into whatever came in
(01:03):
his way. He stood sturdily and waited until he was
asked to live there, and admitted with a stingy yes
that it was missus Carson's house. A thundering knock on
the front door followed, and the other man in the
car got out and came into the yard behind the
first well. You needn't take the door down, snapped Bob,
and scuttled around the house to warn his mother, aware
that he had been rude and glad of it. It
(01:25):
was Betty who came to the door, for Ma was
frying bacon and eggs for breakfast, and Bob hadn't been
quite soon enough. She started back with a scream, and,
eluding the hand that reached for her arm, fairly flew
back to the kitchen, taking refuge behind Missus Carson with
her eyes wild, with fear in her hand on her heart,
while Hutton strode after her. Missus Carson wheeled around with
her knife in her hand and faced him. What do
(01:48):
you mean by coming into my house this way? I'd
like to know, she demanded, angrily, putting her arm around Betty.
I beg your pardon, said Hutton, a poor apology for courtesy,
slipping into his manner. I don't suppose you know it,
but this my wife you are harboring there, and she
ran away from home several months ago. I have just
discovered her whereabouts and have come to take her away.
Ma straightened up with the air of a queen and
(02:10):
a judge, while Betty stifled a scream and, in a
small voice full of terror, cried, it isn't true, missus Carson.
It isn't true, Oh mother, don't let him take me.
Missus Carson pushed Betty behind her, the knife still in
her other hand, and answered with dignity, you've made a mistake,
mister Herbert Hutton. This isn't your wife at all. I
know all about you. Hutton put on a look of
(02:31):
instant suavity. Oh of course, madam, she has told you that.
But I'm sorry to have to tell you that she
is not in her right mind. She made her escape
from the assane asylum. Oh rats, shouted Bob, and vanished
out the kitchen door, slamming it behind him. Emily, frightened
in white, stood just outside, and he nearly knocked her
over in his flight. He pulled her along with him,
(02:53):
whispering in her ear excitedly, you beat it down to
the fire gong and hit it for all you're worth. Quick.
Emily gave him one frightened look and sprang to action.
Her little feet sped down the path to the lot
where hung the big fire gong, like two wild rabbits
running for their life. And in a moment more, the
loud weighing of alarm rang through the little town, arousing
(03:13):
the gang and greatly disconcerting By, who was craning his
neck at the station and watching the fast growing speck
down the railroad track. That shore was the train coming already?
How had they made it so soon? But Bob was
on his stomach in the road, scuttling the ship that
was to have carried away the princess. The chauffeur was
fully occupied in the house, for he had been ordered
to follow and be ready to assist in carrying away
(03:35):
in a scene person, and he had no thought for
his car at present. It was an ugly job, and
one that he didn't like, but he was getting a
big pay, and such things had to be done. Bob's
knife was sharp. He always kept it in good condition.
It did many of the chores around the house, and
was cunning in its skill. It cut beautiful long punctures
in the four tires until there was no chance at
(03:56):
all of that car's going on its way for some
time to come. Then he squirmed his way out on
the opposite side from the house, slid along by the
fence to the side door, around to the back like
a flash, and with an instant's hesitation, hauled up his
elaborate system of drainage. He stuck the longest conductor pipe
through the open window of the old laundry, clutched at
(04:16):
the sill, and swung inside, drawing the pipe in after him.
The altercation in the kitchen had reached white heat. Hutton's
suavity was fast disappearing behind a loud, angry tone. He
had about sized up. Maun decided to use force. It
was a tense moment when Bob, his hasty arrangements made silently,
swung open the laundry door in full range of the
(04:36):
uninvited guests, and waited for the psychological moment. Missus Carson
had dropped her knife and seized the smoking hot frying
pan of bacon as a weapon. She was cool and collected,
but one could see in her eyes the little devil
of battle that sometimes sat in Bob's eyes. As she
swung the frying pan back for a blow, suddenly out
flashed a cold steel eye, menacing unanswerable, looking straight into
(04:58):
her own at that instance, unannounced and unobserved. Through the
laundry door lumbered a long, ugly tin conductor pipe, and
the deluge began straight into the eyes of the would
be husband. It gushed, battering, swashingly down on the cocked revolver,
sending it harmlessly to the floor, where it added to
the confusion by going off with a loud report and
(05:18):
sending the chauffeur to the shelter of the parlor. Bob
never knew how near he came to killing someone by
his hasty service, and Ma never had the heart to
suggest it. Instead, she acted promptly and secured the weapon
before the enemy had time to recover from his shock. Bob,
in the laundry, standing on a chair mounted on a
board across the bathtub, sturdily held his wobbling conductor pipe
(05:40):
and aimed it straight to the mark. Of course, he
knew that even a well filled valanx of hogshead could
not hold the enemy forever, but he was counting on
the fire company to arrive in time to save the day. Gasping,
clawing the air, ducking, diving here and there to escape
the stream, Herbert Hutton presented a spectacle most amusing and
satisfying to Bob's boy. Mind Beat it, Lizzie, beat it,
(06:02):
beat it, he shouted above the noise of the pouring waters.
But Betty White, with horror, seemed to have frozen to
the spot. She could not have moved as she had tried,
and her brain refused to order her to try. She
felt as if the end of everything had come and
she were paralyzed. Down the street with dash and flourish,
licking up excitement like a good meal, dashed the gang.
(06:22):
The fire chief ostentatiously arraying himself in rubber coat and
helmet as he stood on the side of the engine,
while the hysterical little engine bell banged away, blending with
the sound of the bell of the incoming train at
the station. By with his mouth stretched wide and one
foot holding him for the train, while the other urged
toward the fire and excitement vibrated on the platform, a
(06:43):
wild figure of uncertainty where duty and inclination, both called
Cupidity still had the upper hand, for once By did
not have to act apart. As he stood watching the
three travelers descend from the train. The excitement in his
face was real, and his gestures were quite natural, even
the ones made his one and only, long, wavering top
lock of gray hair that escaped all bounds. As his
(07:04):
hat blew off the suction of the train, By rushed
up to the three men wildly. Say was you goin
down to Carson's house after that Hope girl? He demanded loudly.
The three men surveyed him coldly, and the young one
gave him a decided shove. That will do, my friend,
he said firmly. We don't need any of your assistance,
(07:25):
but I got a line on this thing. You'll want
to know, he insisted, hurrying alongside. There's a guy down
there in a car goin to take her away. He
ain't been gone long, but you won't find her thout
my help. He's goin to take her to an insane institution.
I've let on. I was helpin him and I found
out all about it. What's all this? Said Rayburn, wheeling
about and fixing the old fellow with a muscular, young
(07:46):
shake that made his toothless jaws chatter. How long ago
did he go? What kind of looking man was? He?
Let me go? Wind by playing to make time one
cunning eye down the road. Ayeen, as young as I
used to be. I can't stand getting excited. I got
a rig here, a purpose, and I'll take you all
right down. And then Effie's gone, And I suppose you
(08:08):
must be because your train was late. Why we'll foller
well quick, then said Rayburn, climbing into the shackly spring
wagon that By indicated the only vehicle in view. The
two trustees climbed stiffly and uncertainly into the back seat,
as if they felt they were risking their lives, and
By lumbered rheumatically into the driver's place and took up
the lines. It appeared that the only living thing in
(08:28):
Tinsdale that wasn't awake and keen to go to the
fire was that horse, and By had to do quite
a little urging with the stump of an old whip.
So reluctantly they joined the procession toward the carson house.
As a stream from the hogshead gurgled smaller and the
victim writhed out of its reach and began to get
his bearings. Suddenly, the outside kitchen door burst open, and
a crew of rubber coated citizens sprang in, preceded by
(08:51):
a generous stream of chemicals, which an ardent young member
of the company set free indiscriminately in his excitement. It
struck the right man squarely in the mid and sent
him sprawling on the floor. Bob dropped the conductor pipe
in exhausted relief, and flew to the scene of action.
It had been fearful to be held from more active
service so long. Emily outside could be seen dancing up
(09:12):
and down excitedly and directing the procession with frightened shouts.
In there in the kitchen, quick as the neighbors and
townsmen crowded in and filled the little kitchen, demanding to
know where the fire was. Missus Carson with dignity stepped
forward to explain, there ain't any fire, friends, and I
don't know how you all come to get here, but
I reckon the Lord sent you. You couldn't come at a
(09:34):
better moment. We certainly was in some trouble, and I'll
be obliged to you all if you'll just fasten that
man up so'd he can't do any more harm. He
came walkin in here trying to take away a member
of my family by force, and he pointed this at me.
She lifted the incriminating weapon high where they could all
see Herbert Hutton, struggling to his feet in the crowd,
began to understand that this was no place for him
(09:56):
and looked about for an exit, but none presented itself.
The chauffeur had vanished and was trying to make out
what had happened to his car. Hutton, brought to bay,
turned on the crowd like a snarling animal, although the
effect was slightly spoiled by his traveled appearance, and roared
out insolently. The woman doesn't know what she's talking about, men,
She's only frightened. I came here after my wife, and
(10:17):
I intend to take her away with me. She escaped
from the scene asylum some time ago, and we've been
looking for her ever since. This woman is doing a
very foolish and useless thing in resisting me, for the
law can take hold of her. Of course, the crowd
wavered and looked uncertainly at missus Carson and at Betty
cowering horrified behind her, and Hutton saw his advantage. Men,
(10:39):
He went on, there is one of your own townsmen
who knows me and can vouch for me, a mister Gage,
Abijah Gage. If you will just look him up. He
was down at the station a few minutes ago. He
knows that all I am saying is true. A low
sound like a rumble went over the little audience, and
they seemed to bunch together and look at one another,
while some kind of an understanding traveled from eye to eye,
(11:02):
an articulate syllable by breathed in astonishment, and then again
by in contempt. Public opinion like a panther crouching was
forming itself ready to spring, when suddenly a new presence
was felt in the room. Three strangers had appeared, and
somehow quietly gotten into the doorway behind them, stretching his
neck and unable to be cautious any longer, appeared by
his slouching form crouching. Public opinion caught sight of him
(11:26):
and showed its teeth, but was diverted by the strangers.
Then suddenly, from the corner behind Moss slipped Betty with
outstretched hands like a lost thing, flying to its refuge,
straight to the side of the handsome young stranger. He
put out his hands and drew her to his side
with a protecting motion, and she whispered, tell them, please, oh,
make them understand. Then Rayburn, with her hands still protectingly
(11:49):
in his spoke, what that man has just said is
a lie. Hutton looked up, went deadly white, and reeled
as he saw the two elderly men. The crowd drew
a united breath and stood straighter, looking relieved. By blanched,
but did not budge whatever happened. He was in with
both crowds. Rayburn continued, I carry papers in my pocket
(12:09):
which give authority to arrest him. If the sheriff is present,
will he please take charge of him. His name is
Herbert Hutton, and he is charged. Was trying to make
this lady marry him under false pretenses in order to
get control of her property. She is not his wife,
for she escaped before the ceremony was performed. I know,
for I was present. These two gentlemen with me are
the trustees of her estate a state. The neighbors looked
(12:34):
at Betty respectfully. By dropped his jaw perceptibly and tried
to figure out how that would affect him. The sheriff
stepped forward to magnify his office, and the silence was impressive,
almost reverent. In the midst of it broke Bob's practical
suggestion shut him in the coal shed. It's got a padlock,
and it's good and strong. You can't kick it down.
(12:54):
Then the law began to take its course. The fire
gang stepped out, and Missus Carson set to work to
clean up. In the midst of it all, Rayburn looked
down at Betty, and Betty looked up at Rayburn, and
they discovered, in some happy confusion, that they still had
hold of hands. They tried to cover their embarrassment by laughing,
but something had been established between them that neither could forget.
End of Chapter seventeen.
Chapter seventeen of Exit Betty. This is a LibriVox recording.
All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more
information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox dot org. Read
by Claire, Exit Betty by Grace livingstone Hill, chapter seventeen.
Bob had just finished feeding the chickens when the automobile
(00:20):
drew up at the door, and he hurried around the
house to see who it might be. He was rather
looking for the return of that nice lawyer again. He
felt the family expected him some time soon. Perhaps he
would be to breakfast and his mother would want some
fresh eggs. They had dropped by at the edge of
the village, and there were only Hutton and the driver
who had brought them by. Had no mind to get
(00:41):
mixed up in this affair too openly. He valued his
standing in his home town, and he did not wish
to lose it. He had an instinct that what he
was doing might make him unpopular if it became known. Besides,
he had another axe to grind. Bob did not like
the looks of the strange dark man who got out
of the car and came into the yard with the
air of a thrashing machine, bolting into whatever came in
(01:03):
his way. He stood sturdily and waited until he was
asked to live there, and admitted with a stingy yes
that it was missus Carson's house. A thundering knock on
the front door followed, and the other man in the
car got out and came into the yard behind the
first well. You needn't take the door down, snapped Bob,
and scuttled around the house to warn his mother, aware
that he had been rude and glad of it. It
(01:25):
was Betty who came to the door, for Ma was
frying bacon and eggs for breakfast, and Bob hadn't been
quite soon enough. She started back with a scream, and,
eluding the hand that reached for her arm, fairly flew
back to the kitchen, taking refuge behind Missus Carson with
her eyes wild, with fear in her hand on her heart,
while Hutton strode after her. Missus Carson wheeled around with
her knife in her hand and faced him. What do
(01:48):
you mean by coming into my house this way? I'd
like to know, she demanded, angrily, putting her arm around Betty.
I beg your pardon, said Hutton, a poor apology for courtesy,
slipping into his manner. I don't suppose you know it,
but this my wife you are harboring there, and she
ran away from home several months ago. I have just
discovered her whereabouts and have come to take her away.
Ma straightened up with the air of a queen and
(02:10):
a judge, while Betty stifled a scream and, in a
small voice full of terror, cried, it isn't true, missus Carson.
It isn't true, Oh mother, don't let him take me.
Missus Carson pushed Betty behind her, the knife still in
her other hand, and answered with dignity, you've made a mistake,
mister Herbert Hutton. This isn't your wife at all. I
know all about you. Hutton put on a look of
(02:31):
instant suavity. Oh of course, madam, she has told you that.
But I'm sorry to have to tell you that she
is not in her right mind. She made her escape
from the assane asylum. Oh rats, shouted Bob, and vanished
out the kitchen door, slamming it behind him. Emily, frightened
in white, stood just outside, and he nearly knocked her
over in his flight. He pulled her along with him,
(02:53):
whispering in her ear excitedly, you beat it down to
the fire gong and hit it for all you're worth. Quick.
Emily gave him one frightened look and sprang to action.
Her little feet sped down the path to the lot
where hung the big fire gong, like two wild rabbits
running for their life. And in a moment more, the
loud weighing of alarm rang through the little town, arousing
(03:13):
the gang and greatly disconcerting By, who was craning his
neck at the station and watching the fast growing speck
down the railroad track. That shore was the train coming already?
How had they made it so soon? But Bob was
on his stomach in the road, scuttling the ship that
was to have carried away the princess. The chauffeur was
fully occupied in the house, for he had been ordered
to follow and be ready to assist in carrying away
(03:35):
in a scene person, and he had no thought for
his car at present. It was an ugly job, and
one that he didn't like, but he was getting a
big pay, and such things had to be done. Bob's
knife was sharp. He always kept it in good condition.
It did many of the chores around the house, and
was cunning in its skill. It cut beautiful long punctures
in the four tires until there was no chance at
(03:56):
all of that car's going on its way for some
time to come. Then he squirmed his way out on
the opposite side from the house, slid along by the
fence to the side door, around to the back like
a flash, and with an instant's hesitation, hauled up his
elaborate system of drainage. He stuck the longest conductor pipe
through the open window of the old laundry, clutched at
(04:16):
the sill, and swung inside, drawing the pipe in after him.
The altercation in the kitchen had reached white heat. Hutton's
suavity was fast disappearing behind a loud, angry tone. He
had about sized up. Maun decided to use force. It
was a tense moment when Bob, his hasty arrangements made silently,
swung open the laundry door in full range of the
(04:36):
uninvited guests, and waited for the psychological moment. Missus Carson
had dropped her knife and seized the smoking hot frying
pan of bacon as a weapon. She was cool and collected,
but one could see in her eyes the little devil
of battle that sometimes sat in Bob's eyes. As she
swung the frying pan back for a blow, suddenly out
flashed a cold steel eye, menacing unanswerable, looking straight into
(04:58):
her own at that instance, unannounced and unobserved. Through the
laundry door lumbered a long, ugly tin conductor pipe, and
the deluge began straight into the eyes of the would
be husband. It gushed, battering, swashingly down on the cocked revolver,
sending it harmlessly to the floor, where it added to
the confusion by going off with a loud report and
(05:18):
sending the chauffeur to the shelter of the parlor. Bob
never knew how near he came to killing someone by
his hasty service, and Ma never had the heart to
suggest it. Instead, she acted promptly and secured the weapon
before the enemy had time to recover from his shock. Bob,
in the laundry, standing on a chair mounted on a
board across the bathtub, sturdily held his wobbling conductor pipe
(05:40):
and aimed it straight to the mark. Of course, he
knew that even a well filled valanx of hogshead could
not hold the enemy forever, but he was counting on
the fire company to arrive in time to save the day. Gasping,
clawing the air, ducking, diving here and there to escape
the stream, Herbert Hutton presented a spectacle most amusing and
satisfying to Bob's boy. Mind Beat it, Lizzie, beat it,
(06:02):
beat it, he shouted above the noise of the pouring waters.
But Betty White, with horror, seemed to have frozen to
the spot. She could not have moved as she had tried,
and her brain refused to order her to try. She
felt as if the end of everything had come and
she were paralyzed. Down the street with dash and flourish,
licking up excitement like a good meal, dashed the gang.
(06:22):
The fire chief ostentatiously arraying himself in rubber coat and
helmet as he stood on the side of the engine,
while the hysterical little engine bell banged away, blending with
the sound of the bell of the incoming train at
the station. By with his mouth stretched wide and one
foot holding him for the train, while the other urged
toward the fire and excitement vibrated on the platform, a
(06:43):
wild figure of uncertainty where duty and inclination, both called
Cupidity still had the upper hand, for once By did
not have to act apart. As he stood watching the
three travelers descend from the train. The excitement in his
face was real, and his gestures were quite natural, even
the ones made his one and only, long, wavering top
lock of gray hair that escaped all bounds. As his
(07:04):
hat blew off the suction of the train, By rushed
up to the three men wildly. Say was you goin
down to Carson's house after that Hope girl? He demanded loudly.
The three men surveyed him coldly, and the young one
gave him a decided shove. That will do, my friend,
he said firmly. We don't need any of your assistance,
(07:25):
but I got a line on this thing. You'll want
to know, he insisted, hurrying alongside. There's a guy down
there in a car goin to take her away. He
ain't been gone long, but you won't find her thout
my help. He's goin to take her to an insane institution.
I've let on. I was helpin him and I found
out all about it. What's all this? Said Rayburn, wheeling
about and fixing the old fellow with a muscular, young
(07:46):
shake that made his toothless jaws chatter. How long ago
did he go? What kind of looking man was? He?
Let me go? Wind by playing to make time one
cunning eye down the road. Ayeen, as young as I
used to be. I can't stand getting excited. I got
a rig here, a purpose, and I'll take you all
right down. And then Effie's gone, And I suppose you
(08:08):
must be because your train was late. Why we'll foller
well quick, then said Rayburn, climbing into the shackly spring
wagon that By indicated the only vehicle in view. The
two trustees climbed stiffly and uncertainly into the back seat,
as if they felt they were risking their lives, and
By lumbered rheumatically into the driver's place and took up
the lines. It appeared that the only living thing in
(08:28):
Tinsdale that wasn't awake and keen to go to the
fire was that horse, and By had to do quite
a little urging with the stump of an old whip.
So reluctantly they joined the procession toward the carson house.
As a stream from the hogshead gurgled smaller and the
victim writhed out of its reach and began to get
his bearings. Suddenly, the outside kitchen door burst open, and
a crew of rubber coated citizens sprang in, preceded by
(08:51):
a generous stream of chemicals, which an ardent young member
of the company set free indiscriminately in his excitement. It
struck the right man squarely in the mid and sent
him sprawling on the floor. Bob dropped the conductor pipe
in exhausted relief, and flew to the scene of action.
It had been fearful to be held from more active
service so long. Emily outside could be seen dancing up
(09:12):
and down excitedly and directing the procession with frightened shouts.
In there in the kitchen, quick as the neighbors and
townsmen crowded in and filled the little kitchen, demanding to
know where the fire was. Missus Carson with dignity stepped
forward to explain, there ain't any fire, friends, and I
don't know how you all come to get here, but
I reckon the Lord sent you. You couldn't come at a
(09:34):
better moment. We certainly was in some trouble, and I'll
be obliged to you all if you'll just fasten that
man up so'd he can't do any more harm. He
came walkin in here trying to take away a member
of my family by force, and he pointed this at me.
She lifted the incriminating weapon high where they could all
see Herbert Hutton, struggling to his feet in the crowd,
began to understand that this was no place for him
(09:56):
and looked about for an exit, but none presented itself.
The chauffeur had vanished and was trying to make out
what had happened to his car. Hutton, brought to bay,
turned on the crowd like a snarling animal, although the
effect was slightly spoiled by his traveled appearance, and roared
out insolently. The woman doesn't know what she's talking about, men,
She's only frightened. I came here after my wife, and
(10:17):
I intend to take her away with me. She escaped
from the scene asylum some time ago, and we've been
looking for her ever since. This woman is doing a
very foolish and useless thing in resisting me, for the
law can take hold of her. Of course, the crowd
wavered and looked uncertainly at missus Carson and at Betty
cowering horrified behind her, and Hutton saw his advantage. Men,
(10:39):
He went on, there is one of your own townsmen
who knows me and can vouch for me, a mister Gage,
Abijah Gage. If you will just look him up. He
was down at the station a few minutes ago. He
knows that all I am saying is true. A low
sound like a rumble went over the little audience, and
they seemed to bunch together and look at one another,
while some kind of an understanding traveled from eye to eye,
(11:02):
an articulate syllable by breathed in astonishment, and then again
by in contempt. Public opinion like a panther crouching was
forming itself ready to spring, when suddenly a new presence
was felt in the room. Three strangers had appeared, and
somehow quietly gotten into the doorway behind them, stretching his
neck and unable to be cautious any longer, appeared by
his slouching form crouching. Public opinion caught sight of him
(11:26):
and showed its teeth, but was diverted by the strangers.
Then suddenly, from the corner behind Moss slipped Betty with
outstretched hands like a lost thing, flying to its refuge,
straight to the side of the handsome young stranger. He
put out his hands and drew her to his side
with a protecting motion, and she whispered, tell them, please, oh,
make them understand. Then Rayburn, with her hands still protectingly
(11:49):
in his spoke, what that man has just said is
a lie. Hutton looked up, went deadly white, and reeled
as he saw the two elderly men. The crowd drew
a united breath and stood straighter, looking relieved. By blanched,
but did not budge whatever happened. He was in with
both crowds. Rayburn continued, I carry papers in my pocket
(12:09):
which give authority to arrest him. If the sheriff is present,
will he please take charge of him. His name is
Herbert Hutton, and he is charged. Was trying to make
this lady marry him under false pretenses in order to
get control of her property. She is not his wife,
for she escaped before the ceremony was performed. I know,
for I was present. These two gentlemen with me are
the trustees of her estate a state. The neighbors looked
(12:34):
at Betty respectfully. By dropped his jaw perceptibly and tried
to figure out how that would affect him. The sheriff
stepped forward to magnify his office, and the silence was impressive,
almost reverent. In the midst of it broke Bob's practical
suggestion shut him in the coal shed. It's got a padlock,
and it's good and strong. You can't kick it down.
(12:54):
Then the law began to take its course. The fire
gang stepped out, and Missus Carson set to work to
clean up. In the midst of it all, Rayburn looked
down at Betty, and Betty looked up at Rayburn, and
they discovered, in some happy confusion, that they still had
hold of hands. They tried to cover their embarrassment by laughing,
but something had been established between them that neither could forget.
End of Chapter seventeen.
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