"You see," she said, "I understand better about temptations of that kind
than Betty, because I have been brought up so differently, so when the
letter came I begged her to be particularly careful, and we hid it
together in a small lock-box in our tent. The strange thing is that the
letter is still there and the outside envelope, but the envelope in
which the package was enclosed I found crumpled up near Nan's cot when I
was cleaning this morning."
Miss McMurtry shook her head more cheerfully. "That isn't enough
evidence, children, to use against any human being! And just because
this poor Nan has one story against her, don't you think we ought to be
especially careful about adding another?"
Instead of replying at once Betty looked more miserable instead of less,
and then biting her lips for an instant answered steadily:
"Yes, you are quite right, Donna, and we won't say another word about
the loss. I am sorry and I confess a little disappointed, for father
wished us to have a party in honor of his being better, but the party
couldn't make us nearly as happy as this story would make us unhappy
once we allowed it to be told."
Miss McMurtry caught Betty's hand and kissed it unexpectedly. Betty was
spoiled, accepting love and good fortune too much as a matter of course,
but when it came to a question either of generosity or good breeding
Betty Ashton could always be counted upon.
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