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Ask Miss Betty herself where she put the maga-
zine. She’s a wise and knowing child if ever
there was one. She’s put them papers away
with her cut-out dollies.”

This seemed a good idea, so the lady hurried
home to find Betty eating her oatmeal porridge
and looking like a rosebud that had just opened
that morning. But Betty only gazed blankly at
her mother when asked where she put the blue
paper and the white paper that were in the
magazine, and whether she had saved any of
her cut-out ladies.

The exciting trip to the park with Jim, the
firecrackers, the band, the getting lost and the
long sleep by the Big Stone, had all combined
to completely push back into some remote cor-
ner of Betty’s brain all memory of the cubby-
hole and the paper ladies and the Godey’s
Ladies’ Book that she had hidden there.

“Betty fordets,” she said calmly, and no
amount of coaxing would revive her memory.

It was a serious matter. Naturally Mrs.
Wilfer was convinced in spite of what Mary
Mulligan had said, that the little washerwoman
had gathered up all the debris of papers from
the tiled floor and had stuffed the all-important

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