 Chapter 10 of UNDERSTOOD BETSY This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org UNDERSTOOD BETSY by Dorothy Cainfield Fisher Chapter 10. Betsy has a birthday Betsy's birthday was the ninth day of September, and the Necronset Valley Fair was always held from the 8th to the 12th. So it was decided that Betsy should celebrate her birthday by going up to Woodford, where the fair was held. The Putneys weren't going that year, but the people on the next farm, the Wendals, said they could make room in their Surrey for the two little girls. For of course, Molly was going too. In fact, she said the fair was held partly to celebrate her being six years old. This would happen on the 17th of October. Molly insisted that that was plenty close enough to the 9th of September to be celebrated then. This made Betsy feeling like laughing out, but observing that the Putneys only looked at each other with the faintest possible quirk in the corners of their serious mouths, she understood that they were afraid that Molly's feelings might be hurt if they laughed out loud. So Betsy tried to curb her young lips to the same kind and secret mirth. And I can't tell you why this effort, not to hurt Molly's feelings, made her have a perfect spasm of love for Molly. She threw herself on her and gave her a great hug that tipped them both over on the couch, on top of Shepp, who stopped snoring and his great gurgling snort wriggled out from under them and stood with laughing eyes and wagging tail, looking at them as they rolled and giggled among the pillows. What dress are you going to wear to the fair, Betsy? Ask Cousin Anne. And we must decide about Molly's too. This stopped their rough and tumble fun in short order. They applied themselves to the serious question of a toilet. When the great day arrived and the Surrey drove away from the Wendell's gate, Betsy was in a fresh pink and white gingham, which she had helped Cousin Anne make, and Plump Molly looked like something good to eat in a crisp, white little dimity, one of Betsy's old dresses, with a deep hem taken in to make it short enough for the little butter ball. Because it was Betsy's birthday, she sat on the front seat with Mr Wendell, and part of the time, when there were not too many teams on the road, she drove herself. Mrs Wendell and her sister filled the back seat solidly, full from side to side, and made one continuous soft lap on which Molly happily perched. Her eyes shining, her round cheeks red with joyful excitement, Betsy looked back at her several times, and thought how very nice Molly looked. She had, of course, little idea how she herself looked, because the mirrors at Putney Farm were all small and high up, and anyhow they were so old and greenish that they made everybody look very queer coloured. You looked in them to see if your hair was smooth, and that was about all you could stand. So it was a great surprise to Betsy later in the morning, as she and Molly wandered hand in hand through the wonders of Industrial Hall, to catch sight of Molly in a full length mirror, as clear as water. She was almost startled to see how faithfully reflected were the yellow of the little girl's curls, the clear pink and white of her face, and the blue of her soft eyes. An older girl was reflected there also, near Molly, a dark-eyed red-cheeked, sturdy little girl, standing very straight on two strong legs, holding her head high and free, her dark eyes looking out brightly from her tan face. For an instant Betsy gazed into those clear eyes, and then, why gracious goodness, that was herself she was looking at, how changed she was, how very, very different she looked from the last time she had seen herself in a big mirror. She remembered it well, out shopping with Aunt Frances in a department store. She had caught sight of a pale little girl with a thin neck, and spindling legs half-hidden in the folds of Aunt Frances's skirt. But she didn't look even like the sister of this brown, muscular, upstanding child who held Molly's hand so firmly. All this came into her mind and went out again in a moment, for Molly caught sight of a big doll in the next aisle, and they hurried over to inspect her clothing. The mirror was forgotten in the many exciting sights and sounds and smells of their first county fair. The two little girls were to wonder about as they pleased until noon, when they were to meet the Wendals in the shadow of Industrial Hall and eat their picnic lunch together. The two parties arrived together from different directions, being seen very different sides of the fair. The children were full of the merry-go-rounds, the balloon seller, the toy vendors, and the popcorn stands, while the Wendals exchanged views on the shortness of a hog's legs, the dip in a cow's back, and the thickness of a sheep's form. The Wendals, it seemed, had met some cousins they didn't expect to see, who, not knowing about Betsy and Molly, had hoped that they might ride home with the Wendals. Don't you suppose, Mrs. Wendal asked Betsy, that you and Molly could go home with the Vaughns? They're here in their big wagon. You could sit on the floor with the Vaughn children. Betsy and Molly thought this would be great fun and agreed enthusiastically. All right then, said Mrs. Wendal. She called to a young man who stood inside the building, near an open window. Oh, Frank, Will Vaughn is going to be in your booth this afternoon, isn't he? Yes, ma'am, said the young man. His turn is from two to four. Well, you tell him, will you, that the two little girls who live at Putney Farm are going to go home with them. They can sit on the bottom of the wagon with the Vaughn young ones. Yes, ma'am, said the young man, with a noticeable lack of interest in how Betsy and Molly got home. Now, Betsy, said Mrs. Wendal, you go round to that booth at two and ask Will Vaughn what time they're going to start and where their wagon is, and then you be sure not to keep them waiting a minute. No, I won't, said Betsy. I'll be sure to be there on time. She and Molly still had twenty cents to spend out of the forty they had brought with them, twenty-five earned by Berry Picky, and fifteen a present from Uncle Henry. They now put their heads together to see how they could make the best possible use of their four nickels. Cousin Anne had put no restrictions whatever on them, saying that they could buy any sort of truck or rubbish they could find, except the pink lemonade. She said she had been told the vendors washed their glasses in that and their hands, and for all she knew their faces. Betsy was for merry-go-rounds, but Molly yearned for a big red balloon, and while they were buying that, a man came by with toy dogs, little brown dogs with curled wire tails. He called out that they would bark when you pulled their tails, and seeing the little girls looking at him, he pulled the tail at the one he held. It gave forth a fine, loud yelp, just like ship when his tail got stepped on. Betsy bought one, all done up neatly in a box tied with blue string. She thought at a great bargain to get a dog who would bark for five cents. Later on, when they undid the string and opened the box, they found the dog had one leg broken off and wouldn't make the faintest squeak when his tail was pulled, but that is the sort of thing you must expect to have happened to you at a county fair. Now they had ten cents left and they decided to have a ride apiece on the merry-go-round, but glancing up at the clock face in the tower over Agricultural Hall, Betsy noticed it was half past two and she decided to go first to the booth where Will born was to be and find out what time they would start for home. She found the booth with no difficulty, but William Vaughn was not in it, nor was the young man she had seen before. There was a new one, a strange one, a careless, whistling young man with very bright socks, very yellow shoes and very striped cuffs. He said in answer to Betsy's inquiry, Vaughn, Will Vaughn, never heard the name and immediately went on whistling and looking up and down the aisle over the heads of the little girls who stood gazing up at him with very wide startled eyes. An older man leaned over from the next booth and said, Will Vaughn, he from Hillsborough, well, I heard somebody say those Hillsborough Vaughns had word one of their cows was awful sick and they had to start right home that minute. Betsy came to herself out of her momentary days and snatched Molly's hand. Hurry quick, we must find the windows before they get away. In her agitation, for she was really very much frightened, she forgot how easily terrified little Molly was. Her alarm instantly sent the child into a panic. Oh Betsy, Betsy, what will we do? She gasped as Betsy pulled her along the aisle and out of the door. Oh, the windows can't be gone yet, said Betsy reassuringly, though she was not at all sure she was telling the truth. She ran as fast as she could drag Molly's fat legs to the horse shed where Mr. Wendell had tied his horses and left the Surrey. The horse shed was empty, quite empty. Betsy stopped short and stood still, her heart seeming to be up in her throat so that she could hardly breathe. After all, she was only ten that day, you must remember. Molly began to cry loudly, hiding her weeping face in Betsy's dress. What will we do, Betsy? What can we do? She wailed. Betsy did not answer. She did not know what they would do. They were eight miles from Putney Farm, far too much for Molly to walk and anyhow neither of them knew the way. They had only ten cents left and nothing to eat and the only people they knew in all that throng of strangers had gone back to Hillsborough. What will we do, Betsy? Molly kept on crying out, horrified by Betsy's silence and evident consternation. The other child's head swum. She tried again the formula which had helped her when Molly fell into the wolf pit and asked herself desperately what would Cousin Anne do if she were here? But that did not help her much now because she could not possibly imagine what Cousin Anne would do under such appalling circumstances. Yes, one thing Cousin Anne would be sure to do, of course, she would quiet Molly first of all. At this thought, Betsy sat down on the ground and took the panic-stricken little girl into her lap, wiping away the tears and saying stoutly, now, Molly, stop crying this minute. I'll take care of you, of course. I'll get you home all right. How you'll ever do it, sob Molly. Everybody's gone and left us. We can't walk. Never you mind how, said Betsy, trying to be facetious and mock mysterious, though her own underlip was quivering a little. That's my surprise party for you. Just you wait. Now, come on back to that booth. Maybe Will Vaughn didn't go home with his folks. She had very little hope of this and only went back there because it seemed to her a little less dauntingly strange that every other spot in the howling wilderness about her, for all at once the fear which had seemed so lively and cheerful and gay before seemed now a horrible, frightening, noisy place full of hurried strangers who came and went their own ways, with not a glance out of their hard eyes for two little girls stranded far from home. The bright-colored young man was no better when they found him again. He stopped his whistling only long enough to say, Nope, no Will Vaughn anywhere is digging yet. We were going home with the Vaughns, murmured Betsy in a low tone hoping for some help from him. Looks as though you'd better go home on the cars, advised the young man casually. He smoothed his black hair back straighter than ever from his forehead and looked over their heads. How much does it cost to go to Hillsborough on the cars? asked Betsy with a sinking heart. You'll have to ask somebody else about that, said the young man. What I don't know about this rude state I never was in it before. He spoke as though he was very proud of the fact. Betsy turned and went over to the older man who had told them about the Vaughns. Molly trotted at her heels, not confident. Now that Betsy was talking so competently to grown-ups she did not hear what they said nor try to. Now that Betsy's voice sounded all right she had no more fears. Betsy would manage somehow. She heard Betsy's voice again talking to the other man but she was busy looking at an exhibit of beautiful jelly glasses and paid no attention. Then Betsy led her away again out of doors where everybody was walking back and forth under the bright September sky blowing on horns waving plumes of brilliant tissue paper tickling each other with peacock feathers and eating popcorn and candy out of paper bags. That reminded Molly that they had ten cents yet. Oh Betsy she proposed let's take a nickel of our money for some popcorn. She was startled by Betsy's fears sudden clutch at their little purse and by the quaver in her voice as she answered No, no Molly we've got to save every cent of that. I found out it costs 30 cents for us both to go home to Hillsborough on the train. The last one goes at six o'clock we haven't got but ten said Molly. Betsy looked at her silently for a moment and then burst out I'll earn the rest I'll earn it somehow I'll have to there isn't any other way. All right said Molly quaintly not seeing anything unusual in this you can if you want to I'll wait for you here No you won't cry Betsy quite enough of trying to meet people in a crowd no you won't you just follow me every minute I don't want you out of my sight they began to move forward now Betsy's eyes wildly roving from one place to another how could a little girl earn money at a county fair she was horribly afraid to go up and speak to a stranger yet how else could she begin Here Molly you wait here she said don't you budge till I come back but alas Molly had only a moment to wait that time for the man who was selling lemonade answered Betsy's shy question with a stare and a curt Lord know what could a young one like you do for me the little girls wandered on Molly calm and expectant confident in Betsy Betsy with a very dry mouth and a very gone feeling they were passing by a big shed like building now where a large sign proclaimed that the Woodford ladies age society would serve a hot chicken dinner for 35 cents of course the sign was not accurate for at half past three almost four the chicken dinner had long ago been all eaten and in place of the dinners was a group of weary women moving languidly about or standing saggingly by a grape table piled with dirty dishes Betsy paused here meditated a moment and went in rapidly so that her courage would not evaporate the woman with grey hair looked down at her a little impatiently and said dinner's all over I didn't come for dinner said Betsy swallowing hard I came to see if you wouldn't hire me to wash your dishes I'll do them for 25 cents the woman laughed looked from little Betsy to the great pile of dishes and said turning away mercy child you've washed from now till morning you wouldn't make a hole in what we've got to do Betsy heard her say to the other woman some young one wanting more money for the side shows now, now was the moment to remember what cousin Anne would have done she would certainly not have shaken all over with hurt feelings nor have allowed the tears to come stingingly to her eyes so Betsy sternly made herself stop doing these things and cousin Anne wouldn't have given way to the dreadful sinking feeling of utter discouragement but would have gone right on to the next place so although Betsy felt like nothing so much as croaking her elbow over her face and crying as hard as she could cry she stiffened her back took Molly's hand again and stepped out heart-sick within but very steady although rather pale she and Molly walked along in the crowd again Molly laughing and pointing out the pranks and antics of the young people who were feeling livelier than ever as the afternoon wore on Betsy looked at them grimly with unseeing eyes it was four o'clock the last train for Hillsborough left in two hours and she was no nearer having the price of the tickets she stopped for a moment to get her breath although they were walking slowly she kept feeling breathless and choked it occurred to her that if ever a little girl had had a more horrible birthday she never heard of one I wish I could Dan said a young voice near her but honest mum would just eat me up alive if I left the booth for a minute Betsy turned quickly a very pretty girl with yellow hair and blue eyes she looked as Molly might when she was growing up was leaning over the edge of a little panvers-covered booth the sign of which announced that home-made donuts and soft drinks were for sale there a young man very flushed and gay was pulling at the girl's blue gingham sleeve oh come on Annie just one turn the floor's elegant you can keep an eye on the booth from the hall nobody's going to run away with the old thing anyhow honest I'd love to but I got a great lot of dishes to wash too you know mama looked longingly toward the open-air dancing floor out from which just then floated a burst of raisin music oh please said a small voice I'll do it for 20 cents Betsy stood by the girl's elbow all quivering earnestness do what kitty asked the girl in a good natured surprise everything said Betsy compendously everything washed the dishes 10 the booth you can go dance I'll do it for 20 cents the eyes of the girl and the man met in high amusement my aren't we up and coming said the man you're most as big as a pint cup aren't you the little girl flushed she detested being laughed at but she looked straight into the laughing eyes I'm 10 years old today she said and I can wash dishes as well as anybody she spoke with dignity the young man burst out into a great laugh great kid what he said to the girl and then say any why not your mother won't be here for an hour the kid can keep folks from walking off with the dope there's two repeated Betsy trying hard not to mind being laughed at and keeping her eyes fixed steadily on the tickets to Hillsborough well by gosh said the young man laughing here's our chance Annie for fair come along the girl laughed too out of high spirits wouldn't mumma be crazy she said hilariously but she'll never know cute kid here's my apron she took off her long apron and tied it around Betsy's neck there's the soap there's the table you stacked the dishes up on that counter she was out at the little gauge in the counter in a twinkling just as Molly in answer to a beckoning gesture from Betsy came in hello there's another one said the gay young man here and gayer hello button what you going to do I suppose when they try to crack the safe you 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 at all Betsy mounted on a soapbox 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 course thick plates and glasses as she washed them it's all right Molly she craved 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 she could I don't know why not said Betsy doubtfully she lifted her up and went back to her dishes and was washed better two donuts 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 but the man laid down a nickel took two donuts and turned away Betsy gasped and looked at the man stuck into the big pan of donuts sure enough at red two for five she put the nickel up on a shelf and went back to her dish washing selling things wasn't so hard she reflected as her hunted feeling of desperation relaxed she began to find some fun in her new situation and when a woman with two little boys approached she came forward to wait on her elated important two for five she said in a business like tone the woman put down a dime took up four donuts divided them between her sons and departed my said Molly looking admirably at Betsy's coolness over this transaction Betsy went back to her dishes stepping high oh Betsy see the pig, the big ox cried Molly now looking from her coin advantage down the wide grass grown lane between the booths Betsy craned her head around over her shoulder continuing conscientiously to wash and wipe the dishes the prize stock was being paraded around the fair the great prize ox his shining horns tipped with blue rosettes the prize cows with roots around their necks the prize horses four or five of them as glossy as satin curving their bright strong necks and stepping as though on eggs their mains and tails braided with bright ribbon and then oh Betsy look at the pig scream Molly again the smaller animals the sheep, the calves the colts and the pig which waddled along with portly dignity Betsy looked as well as she could over her shoulder and in years to come she can shut her eyes and see again in every detail that rustic procession under the golden September light but she looked anxiously at the clock it was nearing five I suppose the girl forgot and danced too long two bottles of ginger ale and a half a dozen donuts set a man with a woman and three children Betsy looked feverishly among the bottles ranged on the counter selected two marked ginger ale and glared at their corrugated tin stoppers how did you get them open here's your opener said the man if that's what you're looking for here you get the glasses and I'll open the bottles we're in a kind of hurry got to catch a train well they were not the only people who had to catch a train Betsy thought sadly they drunk in gulps and departed cramming donuts into their mouths Betsy wished ardently that the girl would come back she was now almost sure that she had forgotten and would dance there till nightfall but there she came running along as light footed after an hour's dancing as when she had left the booth here you are kid said the young man producing a quarter we've had the time of our lives thanks to you Betsy gave him back one of the nickels that remained to her but he refused it no keep the change he said royally it was worth it then I'll buy two donuts with my extra nickel said Betsy no you won't said the girl you'll take all you want for nothing mama will never miss him and what you sold here has got to be fresh every day here hold out your hands Betsy happening to remember as she and Molly turned away the money is on that shelf well now said the girl if she didn't take hold and sell things say she ran after Betsy and gave her a hoe you smart young one I wished I had a little sister just like you Molly and Betsy hurried along out of the gate into the main street of the town and down to the station Molly was eating donuts as she went they were both quite hungry by this time but Betsy could not think of eating till she had those tickets in her hand she pushed her quarter and a nickel into the ticket seller's window and said Hillsborough in as confident a tone as she could but when the precious bits of paper were pushed out at her and she actually held them her knees shook under her and she had to go and sit down on the bench my aunt these donuts good said Molly I never in my life had enough donuts before Betsy drew a long breath and began rather languidly to eat one herself she felt all of a sudden very very tired she was tired as still when they got out of the train at Hillsborough station and started warily up the road toward Putney Farm two miles lay before them two miles which they had often walked before but never after such a day as they now lay back at them Molly dragged her feet as she walked and hung heavily on Betsy's hand Betsy plotted along her head hanging her eyes all gritty with fatigue and sleepiness a light buggy spun round the turn of the road behind them the single horse trotting fast as though the driver were in a hurry the wheels rattling smartly on the hard road the little girls drew out to one side and stood waiting till the road should be free again when he saw them the driver pulled the horse back so quickly it stood almost straight up he peered at them through the twilight and then with a loud shout sprung over the side of the buggy it was Uncle Henry oh goodie it was Uncle Henry come to meet them they wouldn't have to walk any further but what was the matter with Uncle Henry he ran up to them exclaiming are you alright he stooped over and felt of them desperately as though he expected them to be broken somewhere and Betsy could feel that his old hands were shaking that he was trembling all over when she said why yes Uncle Henry we're all right we came home on the cars Uncle Henry leaned up against the fence as though he couldn't stand up he took off his hat and wiped his forehead and he said it didn't seem as though it could be Uncle Henry talking he sounded so excited well well well by gosh my well by thunder now and so you are here and you're all right well he couldn't seem to stop exclaiming and you can't imagine anything stranger than an Uncle Henry who couldn't stop exclaiming after they all got into the buggy he quieted down a little and said thunderousion but we've had a scare when the Wendals come back with their cousins early this afternoon they said you were coming home with the Vaughns and then when you didn't come and didn't come we telephoned to the Vaughns and they said they hadn't seen hide nor hear of you you were to the fair at all I tell you your Aunt Abigail and I had an awful turn Ann and I hitched up quicker and scat and she put right out a prince up toward Woodford and took Jesse down this way thought maybe I'd get Trace of you somewhere here well land he wiped his forehead again want I glad to see you standing there get along Jess I want to get the news to Abigail soon as I can now tell me what in the thunder did happen to you Betsy began at the beginning and told straight through interrupted at first by indignant comments from Uncle Henry who was outraged by the Wendals loose wearing at their responsibility for the children but as she went on he quieted down to a closely attentive silence interrupting only to keep Jess at her top speed now that it was all safely over Betsy thought her story quite an interesting one and she omitted no detail although she wondered once or twice if perhaps Uncle Henry were listening to her he kept so still and so I bought the tickets and we got home she ended adding Uncle Henry you ought to have seen the prize pig he was too funny they turned into the Putney yard now and saw Aunt Abigail's bulky form on the porch got a maby all right no harm done shouted Uncle Henry Aunt Abigail turned without a word and went back into the house when the little girls dragged their weary legs in they found her quietly setting out some supper for them on the table but she was wiping away with her apron the joyful tears which ran down her cheeks such white cheeks it seemed so strange to see Rosie Aunt Abigail with a face like paper well I'm glad to see you she told them soberly sit right down and have some hot milk they had some already the telephone rung she went into the next room and they heard her saying in an unsteady voice all right Aunt they're here your father just brought them in I haven't had time to hear about what happened yet but they're all right you'd better come home that's your cousin Aunt telephoning from the marshals she herself went and sat down heavily and when Uncle Henry came in a few minutes later she asked him in a rather weak voice for the ammonia bottle he rushed for it got her a fan and a drink of cold water and hung over her anxiously till the colour began to come back into her pale face I know just how you feel mother he said sympathetically when I saw him standing there by the roadside I felt as though somebody had hit me a clip right in the pit of my stomach the little girls ate their supper in a tired daze not paying any attention to what the grownups were saying until rapid hoofs clicked on the stones outside and cousin Anne came in quickly her black eyes snapping now for mercy's sake tell me what happened she said adding hotly and if I don't give that Maria Wendall a piece of my mind Uncle Henry broke in I'm going to tell what happened I want to do it you and mother just listen just sit right down and listen his voice was shaking with feeling and as he went on and told of Betsy's afternoon her fright and her forming the plan of coming home on the train and of earning the money for the tickets he made for once no Putney pretense of casual coolness his old eyes flashed fire as he talked Betsy watching him felt her heart swell and beat fast in incredulous joy why he was proud of her she had done something to make many cousins proud of her when Uncle Henry came to the part where she went on asking for employment after one and then another refusal cousin Anne reached out her long arms and quickly almost roughly gathered Betsy up on her lap holding her close as she listened Betsy had never before sat on cousin Anne's lap and when Uncle Henry finished he had not forgotten a single thing Betsy had told him and asked what do you think of that for a little girl 10 years old today cousin Anne opened the floodgates wide and burst out I think I never heard of a child doing a smarter grittier thing and I don't care if she does hear me say so it was a great a momentous moment Betsy enthroned on those strong knees wondered if any little girl had ever had such a beautiful birthday end of chapter 10 chapter 11 as understood Betsy this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org understood Betsy by Dorothy Cainfield Fisher chapter 11 understood Aunt Francis about a month after Betsy's birthday one October day when the leaves were all red and yellow two very momentous events occurred and in a manner of speaking at the very same time Betsy had noticed that her kitten Eleanor she still thought of her as a kitten although she was now a big grown up cat spent very little time around the house she came into the kitchen two or three times a day meowing loudly for milk and food but after eating very fast she always disappeared at once Betsy missed the purring contented ball of fur on her lap in the long evenings as she played checkers or read aloud or sewed or played guessing games she felt rather hurt too that Eleanor paid her so little attention and several times she tried hard to make her stay trailing in front of her as Phil tied to a string or rolling a worsted ball across the floor but Eleanor seemed to have lost all her taste for the things she had liked so much invariably the moment the door was opened she darted out and vanished one afternoon Betsy ran out after her determined to catch her and bring her back when the cat found she was being followed she bounded along in great loops constantly escaping from Betsy's outstretched hand they came thus to the horse barn into the open door of which Eleanor whisked like a little grey shadow Betsy closed behind the cat flashed up the steep ladder like stairs that led to the hay loft Betsy scrambled rapidly up too it was dark up there compared to the gorgeous coloured October day outside and for a moment she could not see Eleanor then she made her out a dim little shape picking her way over the hay and she heard her talking yes it was real talk quite quite different from the loud imperious meow with which Eleanor asked for her milk this was the softest prettiest kind of conversation all little murmurs and chirps and sing songs why Betsy could almost understand it she could understand it enough to know that it was love talk and then breaking into this came a sudden series of shrill little needle-like cries that fairly filled the hay loft Eleanor gave it down forward and disappeared Betsy very much excited scrambled and climbed up the hay as fast as she could go it was all silent now the peasy funny little squalls had stopped as suddenly as they began on the top in a little nest lay Eleanor purring so loudly you could hear her all over the big mo and so proud and happy she could hardly contain her salt her eyes glistened she arched her back rolled over and spread out her paws disclosing to Betsy's astounded delighted eyes no, she wasn't dreaming two dear little kittens one all grey just like its mother one grey with a big bib on his chest oh how dear they were how darling and cuddly and fuzzy Betsy put her fingers very softly on the grey ones head and thrilled to feel the warmth of the little living creature oh Eleanor she asked eagerly can I pick one up she lifted the grey one gently and held it up to her cheek the little thing nestled down in the warm hollow of her hand she could feel its tiny tiny little claws pricking softly into her palm oh you sweetness you little little baby thing she said over and over in a whisper Eleanor did not stop purring and she looked up with friendly trusting eyes as her little mistress made the acquaintance of her children but Betsy could feel somehow that Eleanor was anxious about her kitten was afraid that although the little girl meant everything that was kind her great clumsy awkward human hands were clever enough to hold a baby cat the proper way I don't blame you a bit Eleanor said Betsy I should feel just so in your place there I won't touch it again she laid the kitten down carefully by its mother Eleanor at once began to wash its face furiously knocking it all over and over with a strong tongue my said Betsy laughing you'd scratch my eyes out if I were as rough as that Eleanor didn't seem to hear or rather she seemed to hear something else for she stopped short her head lifted her ears pricked up listening very hard to some distant sound then Betsy heard a two somebody coming into the barn below little quick uneven footsteps it must be little Molly tagging along as she always did what fun to show Molly the kittens Betsy called Molly from below Molly called Betsy from above come up here quick I've got something up here there was a sound of scrambling rapid feet on the rough stairs and Molly's yellow cools appeared shining in the dusk I've got up she begun but Betsy did not let her finish come here Molly quick quick she called beckoning eagerly as though the kittens might evaporate into thin air if Molly didn't get there at once Molly forgot what she was going to say climbed madly up the steep pile of hay and in a moment was lying flat on her stomach beside the little family in a spasm of delight that satisfied even Betsy and Eleanor both of them convinced that these were the finest kittens the world had ever seen see there are two said Betsy you can have one for your very own and I'll let you choose which one do you like best she was hoping that Molly would not take the little all grey one because she had fallen in love with that the minute she saw it oh this one with the white on his breast said Molly without a moment's hesitation it's lots the prettiest oh Betsy for my very own something white fell out of the folds of her skirt on my head oh yes she said indifferently a letter for you Miss Anne told me to bring it out here she said she saw you streaking it for the barn it was a letter from Aunt Francis Betsy opened it one eye on Molly to see that she did not hope her knew darling too tightly and begun to read it in the ray of dusty sunlight slanting in through a crack in the side of the barn she could do this easily because Aunt Francis always made her handwriting very large and round and clear so that a little girl could read it without half trying and as she read everything faded away from before her the barn, Molly the kittens she saw nothing but the words on the page when she had read the letter through she got up quickly oh ever so quickly and went away down the stairs Molly hardly noticed she had gone so absorbing and delightful were the kittens Betsy went out of the dusky barn into the rich October splendor and saw none of it she went straight away from the house and the barn straight up into the hill pasture toward her favourite place beside the brook the shady pool under the big maple tree at first she walked but after a while she ran faster and faster as though she could not get there soon enough her head was down and one arm was crooked over her face and do you know follow her up there nor let you go I'm afraid we would all cry if we saw what Betsy did under the big maple tree and the very reason she ran away so fast was so that she could be all by herself for a very hard hour and fight it out alone so let us go back soberly to the orchard where the Putneys are and wait till Betsy comes endlessly in her eyes red and her cheeks pale Cousin Anne was up in the top of a tree a basket hung over her shoulder half full of striped red northern spies Uncle Henry was on a ladder against another tree filling a bag with the beautiful shining yellow green pound sweets and Aunt Abigail was moving around picking up the party coloured windfalls and putting them into barrels ready to go to the side of mill something about the way Betsy walked and as she drew closer something about the expression of her face and oh as she began to speak something about the tone of her voice stopped all this cheerful activity as though a bomb had gone in their midst I've had a letter from Aunt Francis said Betsy biting her lips and she says she's coming to take me away back to them tomorrow there was a big silence Cousin Anne stood perfectly motionless up in her tree staring down through the leaves at Betsy Uncle Henry was turned around on his ladder with her hand on an ankle as though it had frozen there staring down at Betsy Aunt Abigail leaned with both fat hands on her barrel staring hard at Betsy Betsy was staring down at her shoes biting her lips and winking her eyes the yellow hazy October sun sunk slowly down toward the rim of Hemlock Mountain and sent long golden shafts of light through the branches of the trees upon this group of people all so silent so motionless Betsy was the first to speak and I'm very proud of her for what she said she said loyally Dear Aunt Francis she was always so sweet to me she always tried so hard to take care of me for that was what Betsy had found up by the brook under the big red maple tree she had found there a certainty that whatever else she did she must not hurt Aunt Francis's feelings Dear gentle sweet Aunt Francis whose feelings were so easily hurt and who had given her so many years of such anxious care something up there had told her perhaps the quiet blue shadow of Windwood Mountain creeping slowly over the pasture toward her perhaps the silent glory of the great red and gold tree perhaps the singing murmur of the little brook perhaps all of them together had told her that now had come a time when she must do more than what she would do when she must do what she herself knew was right and that was to protect Aunt Francis from hurt when she spoke out there in the orchard she broke the spell of silence cousin Anne climbed hastily down from her tree with her basket only partly filled Uncle Henry got stiffly of his ladder now advanced through the grass and they all said the same thing let me see that letter they read it there looking over each other's shoulders with grey faces then still silently they all turned and went back into the house leaving their forgotten bags and barrels and baskets out under the trees when they found themselves in the kitchen well it's supper time anyhow said cousin Anne hastily as if ashamed of losing her composure or almost time we might as well get it now I'm a going out to milk said Uncle Henry roughly although it was not nearly his usual time he took up the milk pales and marched out toward the barn finally his head hanging chef woke up with a snort and getting off the couch gambled Cumslee up to Betsy wagging his tail and jumping up on her ready for a frolic that was almost too much for Betsy to think that after tomorrow she would never see chef again nor Eleanor nor the kittens she choked she bent over chef and put her arms around his neck for a great hug but she mustn't cry she mustn't hurt Aunt Francis's feelings or show that she wasn't glad to go back to her that wouldn't be fair after all Aunt Francis had done for her that night she lay awake after she and Molly had gone to bed and Molly was asleep and decided not to tell Molly until the last minute so she had dropped off peacefully as usual but poor Betsy's eyes were wide open she saw a gleam of light under the door it widened the door opened Aunt Abigail stood there in her nightcap mountainous in her long white gown a candle shining up on this old face you awake Betsy she whispered seeing the child's dark eyes gleaming at her over the covers I just thought I'd look in to see if you were all right she came to the edge of the bed and set the candle down on the little stand Betsy reached her arms up longingly and the old woman stooped over her neither of them said a single word during the long embrace which followed then Aunt Abigail straightened up hastily took her candle very quickly and softly and heavily padded out of the room Betsy turned over and flung one arm over Molly no Molly either after tomorrow she gulped hard and stared up at the ceiling dimly white in the starlight a gleam of light shone under the door it widened and Uncle Henry stood there a candle in his hand peering into the room you awake Betsy he said cautiously yes I'm awake Uncle Henry the old man shuffled into the room I just got to thinking he said hesitating that maybe you'd like to take my watch it's kind of handy to have a watch on the train and I'd like real well for you to have it he laid it down on the stand his own cherished gold watch that had been given him when he was 21 Betsy reached out and took his hard gnarled old fist in a tight grip oh Uncle Henry she begun and could not go on we'll miss you Betsy he said in an uncertain voice it's been real nice to have you here and then he too snatched up his candle very quickly and almost ran out of the room Betsy turned over on her back no crying now she told herself fiercely no crying now she clenched her hands together tightly and set her teeth something moved in the room somebody leaned over her it was cousin Anne who didn't make a sound not one but who took Betsy in her strong arms and held her close and closer till Betsy could feel the quick pulse of the others heart beating all through her own body then she was gone as silently as she came but somehow that great embrace had taken away all the burning tightness from Betsy's eyes and heart she was very very tired and soon after this she fell sound asleep snuggled up close to Molly in the morning nobody spoke of last night at all breakfast was prepared and eaten and the team hitched up directly afterward Betsy and Uncle Henry were to drive to the station together to meet Aunt Francis' train Betsy put on her new wine coloured cashmere that cousin Anne had made her with the soft white colour of delicate old embroidery that Aunt Abigail had given her out of one of the trunks in the attic she and Uncle Henry said very little as they drove to the village and even less as they stood waiting together on the platform Betsy slipped her hand into his and he held it tight as the train whistled in the distance and came slowly and labourously puffing up to the station just one person got off at the little station and that was Aunt Francis looking ever so dressed up and sitified with the fluffy offstretch feather boa and kid gloves and a white veil over her face and a big blue one floating from her gay flowered velvet hat how pretty she was and how young under the veil which hid so kindly all the little lines in her sweet thin face and how excited and fluttery Betsy had forgotten how fluttery Aunt Francis was she clasped Betsy to her and then started back crying she must see to her suitcase and then she clasped Betsy to her again and shook hands with Uncle Henry whose grin old face looked about as cordial and welcoming at the end of Sour Pickle and she fluttered back and said she must have left her umbrella on the train oh conductor, conductor, my umbrella right in my seat a blue one with a crooked over oh here it is in my hand what am I thinking of the conductor evidently thought he'd better get the train away as soon as possible for he now shouted all aboard body at all and sprung back on the steps the train went off groaning over the steep grade and screaming out a usual echo in warning about the next road crossing Uncle Henry took Aunt Francis's suitcase and plotted back to the Surrey he got into the front seat and Aunt Francis and Betsy in the back and they started off and now I want you to listen to every single word that was said on the back seat for it was a very very important conversation when Betsy's fate hung on the curl of an eyelash and the flicker of a voice as fates often do Aunt Francis hugged Betsy again and again and exclaimed about her having grown so big and tall and fat she didn't say brown too although you could see that she was thinking that as she looked through her veil at Betsy's tan face and down at the contrast between her own pretty white fingers and Betsy's leather colored muscular little hands she exclaimed and exclaimed and kept on exclaiming Betsy wondered if she really always had been as fluttery as this and then all of a sudden it came out the great news the reason for the extra flutteriness Aunt Francis was going to be married yes think of it Betsy fell back open mouthed with astonishment did Betsy think her Aunt Francis a silly old thing oh Aunt Francis no cried Betsy fervently you look just as young and pretty lots younger than I remembered you Aunt Francis flushed with pleasure and went on you'll love your old Aunt Francis just as much won't you when she's Mrs. Plimpton Betsy put her arms around her and gave her a great hug I'll always love you Aunt Francis she said you'll love Mr. Plimpton too he's so big and strong and he just loves to take care of people he says that's why he's marrying me don't you wonder where we are going to live she asked answering her own question quickly we're not going to live anywhere isn't that a joke Mr. Plimpton's business keeps him always moving around from one place to another never more than a month anywhere what'll Aunt Harriet do ask Betsy wonderingly why she's ever and ever so much better said Aunt Francis happily and her own sister my Aunt Rachel has come back from China where she's been a missionary for ever so long and the two old ladies are going to keep house together out in California in a tourist little bungalow all roses and honey suckle but you're going to be with me won't it be jolly fun darling to go traveling all about everywhere and see new places all the time now those are the words Aunt Francis said but something in her voice and her face suggested a faint possibility to Betsy that maybe Aunt Francis didn't really think it would be such awfully jolly fun as her words said her heart gave a big jump up and she had to hold tight to the arm of the Surrey before she could ask in a quiet voice but Aunt Francis won't I be awfully in your way traveling around so now Aunt Francis had ears of her own and though that was Betsy's word said what Aunt Francis heard was a suggestion that possibly Betsy wasn't as crazy to leave Putney Farm as she had supposed of course she would be they both stopped talking for a moment and peered at each other through the thicket of words that held them apart I told you this was a very momentous conversation and sure thing is that the people on the backseat saw the inside of the Surrey as they travelled along and nothing else red sumac and bronze beach trees waved their flags at them in vain they kept their eyes fixed on each other intently each in an agony of fear lest she hurt the others feelings after a pause Aunt Francis came to herself with a start and said affectionately putting her arm around Betsy what you darling what does Aunt Francis care about trouble if her own dear baby girl is happy and Betsy said resolutely oh you know Aunt Francis I'd love to be with you she ventured one more step through the thicket but honestly Aunt Francis won't it be a bother Aunt Francis ventured another step to meet her but dear little girls must be somewhere and Betsy almost forgot her caution and burst out but I could stay here I know they would keep me even Aunt Francis's two veils could not hide the gleam of relief and hope that came into her pretty thin sweet face she summoned all her courage and stepped out into the clearing in the middle of the thicket asking right out boldly why do you like it here Betsy would you like to stay and Betsy she never could remember afterward if she had been careful enough not to shout too loudly and joyfully Betsy cried out oh I love it here there they stood face to face looking at each other with honest and very happy eyes Aunt Francis threw her arm around Betsy and asked again are you sure dear and didn't try to hide her relief and neither did Betsy I could visit you once in a while when you are somewhere near here suggested Betsy beaming oh yes I must have some of the time with my darling said Aunt Francis and this time there was nothing in their hearts that contradicted their lips they clung to each other in speechless satisfaction as Uncle Henry guided the Surrey up to the marble stepping stone Betsy jumped out first and while Uncle Henry was helping Aunt Francis out she was dashing up the walk like a crazy thing she flung open the front door and catapulted into Aunt Abigail just coming out it was like flinging herself into a feather bed oh oh she gasped out Aunt Francis is going to be married and travel around all the time and she doesn't really want me at all can't I stay here can't I stay here cousin Anne was right behind Aunt Abigail and she heard this she looked over their shoulders toward Aunt Francis who was approaching from behind and said in her usual calm and collected voice how do you do Francis glad to see you Francis how well you're looking I hear you are in for congratulations who's the happy man Betsy was overcome with admiration for her coolness being able to talk so in such an exciting moment she knew Aunt Abigail couldn't have done it for she had sat down in a rocking chair and was holding Betsy on her lap the little girl could see her wrinkled old hand trembling on the arm of the chair I hope that means continued cousin Anne going as usual straight to the point that we can keep Betsy here with us oh would you like to asked Aunt Francis fluttering as though the idea had never occurred to her before that minute would Elizabeth Anne really like to stay oh I'd like to alright said Betsy looking confidently up into Aunt Abigail's face Aunt Abigail spoke now she cleared her throat twice before she could bring out a word then she said why yes we'd kind of like to keep her we've sort of got used to having her around that's what she said but as you have noticed before on this exciting day what people said didn't matter as much as what they looked and as her old lips pronounced these words so quietly the corners of Aunt Abigail's mouth were twitching and she was swallowing hard she said impatiently to cousin Anne hand me that handkerchief Anne and as she blew her nose she said ah what an old fool I am then all of a sudden it was as though a great fresh breeze had blown through the house they all drew a long breath and began to talk loudly and cheerfully about the weather and Aunt Francis' trip and how Aunt Harriet was and which room Aunt Francis was to have and would she leave her wraps down in the hall or take them upstairs and in the midst of this Betty her heart ready to burst dashed out of doors followed by Shepp she ran madly toward the barn she did not know where she was going she only knew that she must run and jump and shout or she would explode Shepp ran and jumped because Betsy did to these two wild creatures careering through the air like bright blown autumn leaves appeared little Mollie in the barn door oh I'm going to stay I'm going to stay Scream Betsy but as Mollie had not had any notion of the contrary of course why not and went on to something really important saying in a very much capitalized statement my kitten can walk it took three steps just now after Aunt Francis got her wraps off Betsy took her for a tour of inspection they went all over the house first with special emphasis laid on the living room the most beautiful place said Betsy fervently looking about her at the white curtains the bright flowers the southern sunshine the bookcases and the bright cooking utensils it was all full to the brim to her eyes with happiness and she forgot entirely that she had thought it a very poor common kind of room when she had first seen it she noticed that Aunt Francis showed no enthusiasm over it now she stopped for a few moments to wash some potatoes and put them into the oven for dinner Aunt Francis opened her eyes at this I always see to the potatoes and the apples the cooking of them I mean explain Betsy fervently I've just learned to make apple pie and brown betty put one into the stone floor milk room where Aunt Abigail was working over butter and where Betsy, swelling with pride showed Aunt Francis how deftly and smoothly she could manipulate the wooden paddle and make rolls of butter that weighed within an ounce or two over pound Mercy child think of your being able to do such things said Aunt Francis more astonished they went out of doors now ship bounding by their side Betsy was amazed to see that Aunt Francis threw back quite nervously whenever the big dog frisked near her out in the barn Betsy had a disappointment Aunt Francis just balked absolutely at those ladder like stairs oh I couldn't, I couldn't dear do you go up there is it quite safe why Aunt Abigail went up there to see the kittens cried Betsy on the edge of exasperation but her heart softened at the side of Aunt Francis' evident distressed mind at the very idea of climbing into the lock and she brought the kittens down for inspection Eleanor meowing anxiously on the way back to the house they had an adventure a sort of adventure and it brought home to Betsy once for all how much she loved dear sweet Aunt Francis and just what kind of love it was as they crossed the barnyard the calf approached them playfully leaping stiff-legged into the air and making a pretence abutting at them this hornless young head Betsy and Shep often played with the calf in this way by the half hour and she thought nothing of it now hardly noticed it in fact but Aunt Francis gave a loud piercing shriek as though she were being cut into pieces help, help she screamed Betsy, oh Betsy she had turned as white as a sheet a single step forward it's nothing, it's nothing said Betsy rather impatiently he's just playing we often play with him Shep and I the calf came a little nearer with lowered head get away said Betsy indifferently kicking at him at this hint a masterfulness on Betsy's part Aunt Francis cried out oh yes Betsy do make him go away it came over Betsy that Aunt Francis was really frightened yes really and all at once her impatience disappeared never to come back again she felt toward Aunt Francis just as she did toward little Molly and she acted accordingly she stepped in front of Aunt Francis picked up a stick the calf a blow on the neck with it he moved away startled and injured looking at his playfeller with reproachful eyes that Betsy was relentless Aunt Francis must not be frightened here Shep, here Shep she called loudly and when the big dog came bounding to her she pointed to the calf and said sternly dive him into the barn sir Shep asked nothing better than this command and charged forward barking furiously and leaping into the air as though he intended to eat the calf up alive the two swept across the barnyard and into the lower regions of the barn in a moment Shep reappeared his tongue hanging out his tail wagging his eyes glistening very proud of himself and mounted guard at the door Aunt Francis hurried along desperately through the gate of the barnyard as it fell to behind her she sunk down on a rock breathless still pale and agitated Betsy threw her arms around her in a transport of affection she felt that she understood Aunt Francis as nobody else could the dear sweet gentle timid aunt she took the thin nervous white fingers in her strong brown hands Aunt Francis dear darling Aunt Francis she cried how I wish I could always take care of you the last of the red and gold leaves were slowly drifting to the ground as Betsy and Uncle Henry drove back from the station after seeing Aunt Francis off they were not silent this time as when they had gone to meet her they were talking cheerfully together laying their plans for the winter which was so near I must begin to bank the house tomorrow used Uncle Henry and those apples have got to go to the side of mill right off don't you want to ride over on top of them Betsy and see a maiden to side her oh my yes said Betsy that will be fine and I must put away Deborah's summer clothes and get cousin Anne to help me make some warm ones if I'm going to take her to school in cold weather as they drove into the yard they saw Eleanor coming from the direction of the barn with something big and heavy in her mouth she held her head as high as she could but even so her burden dragged on the ground bumping softly against the rough places on the path look said Betsy just see that great rat Eleanor has caught Uncle Henry squinted his old eyes toward the cat for a moment and laughed we're not the only ones in the house Betsy did not know what he meant and climbed hastily over the wheel and ran to see as she approached Eleanor the cat laid her burden down with an air of relief and looked trustfully into a little mistress's face why it was one of the kittens Eleanor was bringing it to the house oh of course that cold haylock now that the cold weather was drawing near Betsy picked up the little sprawling thing trying with weak legs to get around over the rough ground she carried it carefully toward the house Eleanor walking sinuously by her side and talking in little singing purring mouths to explain her ideas of kitten comfort Betsy felt that she quite understood her yes Eleanor a nice little basket behind the stove with the warm piece of an old blanket in it yes I'll fix it for you it'll be lovely to have the whole family there and I'll bring the other one in for you but evidently Eleanor did not understand little girl talk as well as Betsy understood cat talk as Betsy turned from the nest she was making in the corner behind the stove Eleanor was missing and when she ran out toward the barn she met her again her head strained painfully back dragging another fat heavy kitten who curled his pink feet up as high as he could in a vain effort not to have them knock against the stones now Eleanor said Betsy a little put out you don't trust me enough I was going to get it all right well said Aunt Abigail as they came into the kitchen now you must begin to teach them to drink goodness said Betsy don't they know how to drink already you try them and see said Aunt Abigail with a mysterious smile so when Uncle Henry brought the pails full of fragrant warm milk into the house Betsy poured out some in a saucer and put the kittens up to it she and Molly squatted down on their heels to watch and before long they were laughing so that they were rolling on the kitchen floor at first the kittens looked every way but at the milk seeming to see everything but what was under their noses the grey kin that was Betsy's absentmindedly walked right through the saucer emerging with very wet feet and a very much aggrieved and astonished expression Molly screamed with laughter to see him shake his little pink toes and finally sit down seriously to let them clean then white bib Molly's put his head down to the saucer there, mine is smarter than yours said Molly but white bib went on putting his head down, down, down clear into the milk nearly up to his eyes although he looked very frightened and miserable then he jerked it up quickly and sneezed and sneezed and sneezed such deliriously funny little baby sneezes he poured and poured at his little pink nose with his little pink paw until Eleanor took pity on him and came to wash him off in the midst of this process she saw the milk and left off to lap it up eagerly and in a jiffy she had drunk every drop and was licking the saucer loudly with her raspy tongue and that was the end of the kitten's first lesson that evening as they sat around the lamp Eleanor came and got up in Betsy's lap just like old times Betsy was playing checkers with Uncle Henry and interrupted the game to welcome the cat back delightedly but Eleanor was uneasy and kept stopping her toilet to prick up her ears where the kittens lay cooled so closely together that they looked like one soft ball of grey fur by and by Eleanor jumped down heavily and went back to the basket she stayed there only a moment standing over the kittens and licking them convulsively and then she came back and got up in Betsy's lap again what ails that cat said cousin Anne noting this pacing and restlessness maybe she wants Betsy to hold her kittens too suggested Aunt Abigail oh I'd love to said Betsy spreading out her knees to make her lap bigger but I want my own white bit myself said Molly looking up from the beads she was stringing well maybe Eleanor would let you settle at that way for a couple of hours the little girls ran over to the basket and brought back each her own kitten Eleanor watched them anxiously but as soon as they sat down she jumped up happily into Betsy's lap and cooled down close to little Greyton this time she was completely satisfied and her loud purring filled the room with peace of all murmur there now your fix for the winter said Aunt Abigail by and by after cousin Anne had popped some corn old chef got off the couch and came to stand by Betsy's knee to get an occasional handful Eleanor opened one eye recognised a friend and shut it sleepily but the little kitten woke up in terrible alarm to see that hideous monster near him and prepared to sell his life dearly he bristled up his ridiculous little tail opened his absurd little pink mouth in a soft baby sss and struck savagely at old chef's good natured face with a soft little paw Betsy felt her heart overflow with amusement and pride in the intrepid little morsel she burst into laughter but she picked it up and held it lovingly close to her cheek what fun it was going to be to see those kittens grown up old chef padded back softly to the couch his toenails clicking on the floor hoisted himself heavily up and went to sleep the kittens subsided into a ball again Eleanor stirred and stretched into her sleep and laid her head in utter trust on a little mistresses hand after that Betsy moved the checkers only with her other hand in the intervals of the game while Uncle Henry was pondering over his moves the little girl looked down at her pets and listened absently to the keen autumn nor wind that swept across the old house and rattling the windows a stick of wood in the stove burned in two and fell together with a soft whispering sound the lamp cast a steady radiance on Uncle Henry bent seriously over the checkerboard on Molly's blooming round cheeks and bright hair on Aunt Abigail's rosy tuple wrinkled old face and on Cousin Anne's quiet, clear dark eyes that room was full to the brim of something beautiful and Betsy knew what it was its name was happiness End of Chapter 11 End of Understood Betsy by Dorothy Cainfield Fisher