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SELLING OLD MASTER.
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nous mouth of "Velvet Cheeks," as her brother Billy called her.
"]Mot much longer, dear," mimicked a manly voice behind them. It was Betty's brother, Billy.
"Gee ! What a picture you two make/' said Billy, giving Ruth an affectionate glance, just as precocious Betty whirled her lace flounces around on the piano stool.
"Well \" said Betty, after a critical survey of blushing Ruth and of self possessed Billy, "shall I call Mother?" With a merry little chuckle she ran from the music room; her eager feet could be heard on the polished floor.
"Oh, Billy! Will she tell your mother?" asked Ruth, her blue eyes widening and her scarlet lips pouting.
"WTho cares?" said Billy, promptly eliminating the pout. "You know mother loves you, Betty loves you, in short, we all love you !"
Mrs. Travers was standing before an open window in her boudoir, when Betty, with her usual vehemence, rushed in. "Mother !" she said, depositing her small person on a low chair. "Mother !" she insisted.
"Well, dear," said Mrs. Travers, absently touching a refractory puff.
"Were you ever in love?"
"In love," laughed her mother. "Yes. Why?"
"Isn't it rather silly?" queried Betty, with her features expressive of much disgust. "Billy and Ruth are downstairs looking at each other like two birds on a bough !"
Mrs. Travers drew a long breath and, when Betty wasn't looking, smiled. However, she glanced reprovingly at the volatile Betty, and maintained a dignified silence.
Zeke and Lucy had numerous queer adventures, many strange experiences and suffered countless privations and difficulties after they trudged clown the road, away from The Manor. Wandering up and down the country, working a few months here and there for their "board and keep" or for the scanty wages which the old and feeble can command, they talked and dreamed by day and night of "Little Miss Ruth." At first they heard from her at long intervals, but in their wandering life
ZEKE AND LUCY BARGAINING FOR THE PORTRAIT OF OLD MASTER.