American messenger . e,and stopped at Brookland Farm gate. Una gave a glad little cry, and was offin a flash, and Betty watched while thestrange lady took her in her arms hap- She didnt wait to see any more, butturned and ran as fast as she coulddown the lane. She had gone a longway before she stopped to rest, and eventhe yellow butterflies seemed to knowthat something was wrong with Bettythat morning, and came and alighted onthe bright flowers around her. You see, she said addressing themsadly, I had so wanted Una to live withus, and now I am afraid the strangelady will take her away. Betty s
American messenger . e,and stopped at Brookland Farm gate. Una gave a glad little cry, and was offin a flash, and Betty watched while thestrange lady took her in her arms hap- She didnt wait to see any more, butturned and ran as fast as she coulddown the lane. She had gone a longway before she stopped to rest, and eventhe yellow butterflies seemed to knowthat something was wrong with Bettythat morning, and came and alighted onthe bright flowers around her. You see, she said addressing themsadly, I had so wanted Una to live withus, and now I am afraid the strangelady will take her away. Betty sat along time down in Butterfly Lane thatmorning, until the sound of running feetmade her start up quickly, Lhia cameflying along, gaily waving her hat in theair, with her cheeks brilliantly pink, asshe reached Betty, almost breathless! Were going to stay on and on atBrookland harm, she cried, come andhear about it, Betty, theyve sent me foryou. The two little girls joined hands andflew down Butterfly Lane as fast as. KKADV TO <;<) TO MARKKT. lifting her eyes from the little girls always knew, she continued, draw-ing in her breath happily, that Butter-fly Lane was. the nicest place in theworld. A passing breeze stirred the softbrown hair of the small sleeper—thenvery slowly, she opened her eyes wide,and saw Bettys eager face. I dont know where I am, began thesmall stranger, starting up quickly, , I remember now, I got lost and tin-train left without me, and then I walkedand walked until I got here, and sat un-der this tree to rest. Im so glad you found your way intoButterfly Lane, Betty said quickly—and behind us about a quarter of amile, is Brookland Farm, where we live,and it can be your home now, too. The little girl smiled, and held outher hand shyly. My name is Una, she said, and Idlike first to find my mother, but the trainleft with her on it, while T was lost. Betty was very happy as they walkeddown the lane, hand in hand, towardBrookland barm. Una
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