"Hello,
there's another one!" said the gay young man, gayer and gayer. "Hello,
button! What you going to do? I suppose when they try to crack the safe
you'll run at them and bark and drive them away!"
Molly opened her sweet, blue eyes very wide, not understanding a single
word. The girl laughed, swooped back, gave Molly a kiss, and
disappeared, running side by side with the young man toward the dance
hall.
Betsy mounted on a soap box and began joyfully to wash the dishes. She
had never thought that ever in her life would she simply LOVE to wash
dishes beyond anything else! But it was so. Her relief was so great that
she could have kissed the coarse, thick plates and glasses as she washed
them.
"It's all right, Molly; it's all right!" she quavered exultantly to
Molly over her shoulder. But as Molly had not (from the moment Betsy
took command) suspected that it was not all right, she only nodded and
asked if she might sit up on a barrel where she could watch the crowd go
by.
"I guess you could. I don't know why NOT," said Betsy doubtfully. She
lifted her up and went back to her dishes. Never were dishes washed
better!
"Two doughnuts, please," said a man's voice behind her.
Oh, mercy, there was somebody come to buy! Whatever should she do? She
came forward intending to say that the owner of the booth was away and
she didn't know anything about .
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