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Betsy, and how they could so cruelly desert her is 
more than I can understand.” 
I could plainly see that Jack was filled with 
wrath and bitterness toward the people who had 
caused his friend so much sorrow, and I suggested 
to him that we go up in one of the poplar trees 
where we could talk over the matter quietly, and 
without attracting attention. 
Jack readily assented, and when we had found a 
nice comfortable place he went on telling me more 
about the Mortons. 
“ Last winter,” said he, “ during that dreadfully 
cold spell some kittens came to Betsy, and they 
made her stay in the cold shed without even a box 
or basket, and all that she could find to lay the 
kittens on was some straw in a corner of the floor. 
Of course the poor little things all got dreadfully 
sore eyes ; two became completely blind ; and one 
by one they drooped and died, till even Betsy her- 
self told me she was thankful they were out of their 
misery, and that she hoped she would never have 
any more. And by the way, there goes Will 
Morton now,” said Jack, pointing down to the side- 
walk. “ Take a good look at him, and always 
avoid him if he comes your way.” 
