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Her Benny.
"Yes, 'm," said Benny, shuffling dangerously near the edge of the chair, and blushing to the roots of his hair.
Looking up, he saw his little benefactress.
"Don't be frightened," she said, noticing his embarrassment. "I've been wanting a long time to see you. Are you waiting for something?"
"Ay," said Benny, regaining his composure; "the master sent me with a letter, an' told me to wait an answer."
