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Whoa! Bess,
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Oh, mother! the girl cried,
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and she kissed her again. Then she turned to me--I had followed out in the starlight--
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Uncle Jim sent me word you were here, and I was so glad. I've always wanted to see somebody paint, and Uncle Jim says he's sure you will let me go sketching with you. I wasn't coming home with the other girls until I got his letter and knew that you were here.