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 Rh  "Someway," added Bettie, "we always think of those two in one breath, like Dombey and Son, or Jack and Jill."

"But they couldn't be farther apart really," declared Jean. "They're both nice, both are kind of old, both are dark and rather stout, but except for that they're altogether different. Mr. Black has everything in the world that anybody could want and Mrs. Crane hasn't much of anything. Mr. Black is invited to banquets and things and rides in carriages and"

"Has a silk hat," assisted Mabel.

"And Mrs. Crane," continued Jean, paying no attention to the interruption, "can't even afford to ride in the street car—I've heard her say so."

"I wish," groaned generous Mabel, with deep contrition, "that I'd never taken a cent for that lemonade I sold her last spring. If I'd dreamed how good and how poor she was I wouldn't have. She might have had four rides with that money."