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Then suddenly he saw her look change to
delighted remembrance.

“T had forgotten again! For a minute I
didn’t know what you were talking about. But
now I remember! Oh, quite well.”

She was standing in the middle, close to the
marble fountain, and from there she took her
bearings. Then without the least hesitation
she walked to the further corner on her right,
stooped under the wide shelf and began to
grope about in the thick piles of dust, trying to
find a loose tile.

Her father came to her assistance. Time
and dirt had settled the tiles that had been
loose before, but they were held by a kind of
cement that soon gave way. And there was
Betty’s little house exposed to view, the square
place, wood-lined, made by some careful
plumber. :

It was against an inside wall and perfectly
dry. Therefore the papers that had lain there
undisturbed for nearly ten years were neither
rotted nor damaged. Crumpled they were of
course, for Baby Betty had pushed them in
quite ruthlessly, and discolored, so that the poor
paper ladies had lost any charm they might

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