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Title: Understood Betsy
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Fisher, Dorothy Canfield, 1879-1958 Williamson, Ada Clendenin, 1880-1958, ill
Subjects: Farm life
Publisher: New York, H. Holt and Company
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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thershould -come out and yell at them! They cameforward on tiptoe, making a great deal of noiseby stepping on twigs, rustling bushes, cracklinggravel under their feet and doing all the otherthings that make such a noise at night andnever do in the daytime. But nobody stirredinside the room with /the lighted window. Theycrept forward and peeped cautiously inside. . . and stopped giggling. The dim light com-ing from a little kerosene lamp with a smokychimney fell on a dismal, cluttered room, a bare,greasy wooden table, and two broken-backedchairs, with little Lias in one of them. He hadfallen asleep with his head on his arms, hispinched, dirty, sad little figure showing in thelight from the lamp. His feet dangled highabove the floor in their broken, muddy shoes.One sleeve was torn to the shoulder. A piece ofdry bread had slipped from his bony little handand a tin dipper stood beside him on the baretable. Nobody else was in the room, nor evi-dently in the darkened, empty, tireless house.
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He had fallen asleep with his head on his arms. A SEWING SOCIETY 183 As long as she lives Betsy will never forgetwhat she saw that night through thatwindow. Her eyes grew very hot and her handsvery cold. Her heart thumped hard. Shereached for little Molly and gave her a greathug in the darkness. Suppose it were littleMolly asleep there, all alone in the dirty, dismalhouse, with no supper and nobody to put herto bed. She found that Ellen, next her, wascrying quietly into the corner of her apron. Nobody said a word. Stashie, who had thebundle, walked around soberly to the frontdoor, put it down, and knocked loudly. Theyall darted away noiselessly to the road, to theshadow of the trees, and waited until the dooropened. A square of yellow light appeared,with Liass figure, very small, at the bottom ofit. They saw him stoop and pick up the bun-dle and go back into the house. Then theywent quickly and silently back, separating atthe cross-roads with no good-night greetings. Molly and Betsy b

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