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THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT RAINBOW LAKE
"No, dear; no! Go with your friends. I can send you word. You may call me by the telephone. Good-bye—good-bye!"
The Gem slowly dropped down the stream under the influence of the current and her own power, Betty having throttled down the motor that the farewell calls might be better heard. Mrs. Billette, waving her hand, hastened toward the house, the maid taking care of little Paul, whose last request was:
"Brin' me some tandy!"
