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Rh “Say, Fred, I’m awfully sorry for you!” he blurted out.

Contrary to his expectations, the simple, boyish pity went right to Fred’s heart, and did it a world of good, but he only said,—

“It isn’t much fun. Bob, I tell you. But won’t you come down again some day? I wish you would.”

And Bess went home, well pleased with her day’s work.