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Rh Sara flew at her and hugged her. She could not have told herself or any one else why there was a lump in her throat.

"Oh, Becky!" she cried out, with a queer little laugh. "I love you, Becky,—I do, I do!"

"Oh, miss!" breathed Becky. "Thank yer, miss, kindly; It ain't good enough for that. The—the flannin was n't new."