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lift her curls in their fingers one by one, and
pat her gently to show their friendship.

“Will you trade me your pony, please?”
asked Betty.

“Good pony—twenty blanket,” said the man.
A blanket meant a dollar, Betty understood.

“Qh, too much,” she shook her head vigor-
ously. :

The man only laughed. “Good pony!” he
said.

Betty was fumbling with the string of a bag
that she carried round her neck inside her
dress. It was a linen bag and it held her
trinkets. They were not very valuable but they
were precious to her and Mully had made her
a bag to put them in.

She got the string undone and slipped her
hand inside. There was a gold chain and locket
with her mother’s picture in it, a ring, and
other things. But what she pulled out was her
coral necklace. This she dangled in front of
the swarthy old fellow, looking up with her
prettiest smile as she did so.

Now the necklace was made of a number
of strands of those irregular bits of coral that
were once in great demand. The color was

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