Dear students, I welcome you in the course of Leadership, Emotional Intelligence and the CN Making. This is module number 64 and we are going to talk about that we have to be whole, act with integrity and chart your course. When we talk about charting our course affection, remember that we have to plan our dialogues. And when we plan our dialogues, we have to see that we have to be prepared for big surprises because sometimes when we start dialogue with our stakeholders on a conscious level, when we start negotiations to find out the expectations and priorities, then we get to know that they might not be agreeing with what we are saying and we might not be agreeing with what we are saying to them. So either case, from our side or from them, disagreement can come. So much so, it is even said that sometimes we agree to disagree. So remember that there are sometimes big surprises and we have to be careful and we have to be watchful for those surprises to appear and we should be able to tackle with those surprises. The second aspect, when we are dialogue with our stakeholders, that your expectations may be in clash with their expectations. The third thing we need to look at is basically what points you should be avoiding. You will have to see that whatever we say is irritating them. Where our sincerity is carrying a problem. Where our expectations are basically exploiting them. So we should be careful about all these things. Another important thing is that we have to be focused and clear in our thought, in our concern, in our relationship. Because if we do not carry clarity ourselves, then we should be forgetting about our stakeholder clarity. When we talk about the exercise 11, there are certain points that we need to highlight that here are some suggestions for how to get at a certain point. That we need to highlight that here are some suggestions for how to get at the main content of the exchange. Because when we are dialogue, when we are negotiating with our stakeholders, then we need to be aware of the content of all those exchange points. So choose language that feels comfortable to you. Because if you use the wrong language, you will use jargons or use expressions which are not being understood by the other person, then obviously communication can have barriers, communication can have noise, it will create. Now discuss your perception of how you perceive things, of what you believe they need from you. And the dialogue style you can use that using I statement. The I statement would mean I think that you expect from me too. And ask whether your perception is correct or not. Because sometimes if our perceptions in clash, then obviously there will be no clarity from there. So you have to come up with a question which is asking for clarification. If you feel that the other person's viewpoint is not being perceived correctly. Another important question in this exercise is that ask for details and examples. Because sometimes it may be that the example they are using or the expression they are using is not comprehensible for you. So you have to be very careful that the things you are discussing, the expectations you are discussing, they should be able to clarify to you what you are thinking, what they are saying. So they want from you and want you to do a particular method of communication. So these two things we will have to see. In the same way, flip it around and discuss your expectations of them. Then ask for reactions and questions. Now it is necessary to emphasize all these things again and again because with any stakeholder, you should not do such a thing through which communication barrier or clashes occur. So try not to let emotions get in the way of your understanding. And most of the time your emotions are the biggest barrier in communication so you have to use the rationality. So when we talk about rationality, we will have to see how our relationships with others and how they are establishing with us. So there are certain important questions that we need to address. The first question is how to set up each dialogue including the time setting and the medium. Because sometimes if you have selected the wrong time or you have not selected the right medium of communication then there can be a barrier in communication. The second aspect, what information is to be used from previous exercises? Before communicating with you, you also have to see what your calculations in the previous exercises were. Because without keeping those exercises in mind without knowing the results of them moving directly into the dialogue would be a bit difficult. The third thing is we have to keep in mind that what you will do to verify performance expectations with each stakeholder. Because you have shared your expectations you have discussed the issues but how can we make our performance better? It is very important for you to keep these things in mind. So dear students always remember that each relationship is different. You cannot hug everyone with the same stick. You cannot deal with the same style with the same stakeholder. You have to understand the requirements of the home. You have to understand the requirements of the professional life, the workplace. You have to understand that how you are going to deal with the community and obviously in the meditation times you have to know that what are your own self-interests and the preferences. Secondly, remember that each person is different. Each person will react differently. Every person's reaction with your talks, with your actions will be different. Some people might appreciate your concerns and other people might not be appreciating whatever you are saying. So be careful about someone's reaction. The next point is sometimes in communication, perceptual errors and the biases can always take place. There can be problems of stereotyping. There can be problems of hello effect. There can be problems of projection errors. There can be problems related to inferiority or superiority complexes. So remember that during communication the matters between us can be distorted. We can come up with shortcut methods for the Cn making which is also known as heuristics. So remember that these biases, these prejudiced attitudes, they always exist. And no one can end their biases. They have to be careful about it. Last but not the least point, remember that confirm the quality and the quantity of the expectation so that our clarity can come. Dear students, if we conclude all this, then the things we have to keep in mind are our expectations with the stakeholder and the expectations of the stakeholder with us. And we want that through this dialogue we can bring clarity in our relationships. Thank you.


in only one only one. What? Only one box or only one pull of something number 89 Two packs and got bane, dude. You got incredibly lucky. All right We got the uh alert of darkness because that card has been rough to pull. I've not pulled very many We've got the red ice fusion. Oh, we threw the red ice fusion. That's what a lot of people want to do When they when it gets activated All right. Yeah, it's copyrighted by the yugioh theme song imagine cracking packs All right, let's go. Yeah, we I'm getting I'm getting pooped right now. I don't like this speed run Yeah, cross out's a good card. I mean I wouldn't freak out too much about it Killing out with the crew in the schoolyard gx has a great theme song I think that's the best part of the show honestly because I didn't really love the show too much But the the actual theme song Gotta learn hit or miss tough times hard climbs will take them on together. Yeah, that's a good one That's a very good one. Yeah, five d's is pretty good, but I like the gx one even better Yeah, yugioh has a yeah original yugioh obviously is great too. Uh, okay, we ripped that Uh, I'm not feeling too good about the Levi thing guys. We're getting low on packs here We're getting very low on packs so with the ratios. I mean it's about right two out of five Three would be over ratio any star lights yet or droplets. We've gotten one dragoon We've gotten a lot of droplets maybe like seven or eight You bought two boxes and got a destroyer. That's actually pretty good Uh, would you recommend accounting as a course of study? It is a very solid course for like getting a job and stuff Yeah, you got double exposure.  Leviathan, where are you equal is oh straight up been okay? That's the first like real bit when we've seen today So that's actually good We've got relinquish anima If by eight you mean levy then no If I eat you mean dragoon then yes Depends on what it is We've got a dragon roid Thank you. Jurebear All right. All right Come on Come on, please. Please do it Sing the zeksel song. I've never seen it. So I don't know it I've never watched zeksel I do not know it Never lose faith in the heart of the cards the cards they sense my doubt I just gotta believe Two droplets from do boxes. Yeah, you're doing you're doing pretty good. Alberto You're doing very good We got magician souls. Ba boom. That's a first good card in a long time Very good. Initially nostalgic. What's up y'all? Good luck rucks. Let's keep up with the good work, brother Thanks for the 499 dude. I appreciate it Do you have a stage? Uh, yeah, this is definitely not as sad as the demo opening for sure That one was much worse Time to do do do do do do Got ultimate leo All right Let's go Very nice Any PSA returns unfortunately not right now, but hopefully soon we will have some that we can oh nabiru again Okay, a little bit a little bit lighter on the nabiru is this case. Let's say we've got like three or four I like the english ones because that's the ones I know Starlight stardust. Oh no, it wouldn't it wouldn't be because there's not as many starlights in this I knew it wouldn't but uh Leviathan, I mean we've opened five and haven't gotten it so you could argue that that one is No misprint or leviathan, but we're about to run out of packs So we're hoping that we can get them leviathan here at the end Calling another dragoon. All right. I'll see it toy parade. We're down to like 20 packs or less So it's looking pretty futile now at this point. All right. All right All right A lot of darkness and stealth Okay Okay, I'm not sending my dragoons because they are oc Oh, okay rebirth judgment Heart of the card today. It hasn't not worked yet. Just got belief Last pack. We got a forbidden droplet on the last one So maybe we can get a last pack magic out of this one It didn't wait someone called last pack magic in the other one They actually called that the dragoon I just realized that they called it at the beginning of the case All right Thank you, Matthew. We've gotten the toy parade Stardust leviathan Yeah stardust Got the zs Okay, we're down to the last few packs Any star lights only dragoon, but no leviathan and we are down to the last Five packs of three cases five total cases so far. No leviathan No biru yet again makes it he shows his rock face again Okay, four more packs Yugi mo let's go. We've got the eight month anniversary. Thank you very much. Yugi mo Good to see you here for the last three packs. Maybe will you bring the luck? That's the question. Oh Three levy back to back to back. All right, you're wrong. You're wrong. There's there was not one in there Unless they're all in one pack it's possible error Okay, grandpa final pack of the opening Final pack of the opening Will it be in here? Here we go speed roid and it's damaged What a way to end it. Oh No leviathan. We did however get a dragoon. So we will count that Uh, let's see if we can put these in order real quick. So we got that we've got We can put these over here Put this over Here and here. All right. This is what we got today We got one two three four five six a dozen gold out of three cases. So we got two per case one two three four five six seven Bane so we got a little bit more than two per case one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve 13 14 15 16 17 17 about six per case one two three four five six seven eight So we got Oh, that was the best one of the short print so far. Then we got one two three four five six seven eight So same as that one and then we got one dragoon So one starlight out of three cases and then we did pretty good with the short prints Not as good as yesterday. I'd say yesterday was better, but we'll still take it. Thank you guys for being here I'll see you guys next time. Where's the button on the thing we can reach this thing Like can I reach it? Ooh the revival jam


Hey guys, RealisticGaming here. Today I decided to go outside because just look at the day. It's so beautiful. Show them Mike Okay, so back to the video today. We're gonna be running stuff over while Halloween items since it's October and Halloween is like 30 days away. I believe right Mike. Yep. Okay 30 days away.  There's one under the tire right now Okay, so we're gonna be doing that for today. So join me and Mike and smashing while running things over with the car and see how it goes All right, bro. So what are you trying to run over first? Okay, so first we're gonna be running over the pumpkin Which we're gonna have under the tire We won one we're gonna do run over one and then we're gonna run over two so that's gonna be crazy And then we're gonna run over this. Where should we run over last the skeleton or the baby head? Oh I feel like we should do the baby head last because it has the baby head is the freakiest because look I said we do that one last. Yeah, let's say the last all right guys So I'm gonna start running over the pumpkin as we speak.  Oh wait hold on. It's out of the frame. It's not moving. All right Go It pushed it bro. We couldn't get the shot. We pushed it out of the way. We couldn't get the money shot Oh my god. No, look at the pumpkin. Oh my god. We're gonna have to do round two Okay, so we messed up on our first try but we have two more pumpkins in the bag Let's see how that goes. All right guys So as you can see we obviously messed up because like the pumpkin skid instead of like staying in place So we're using the last pumpkin to like try to stop the other pumpkins for moving where we're backing up So let's see how temp number two goes.  All right go Success oh we got success we did it We did it. Oh my god. Look at this This is just a mess. Oh my god, Mikey. Who's gonna clean this up? I'm gonna eat it. What you mean? All right guys, so now since we have smashed all the pumpkins we're moving on to our second item Which is the skeleton man help me, but he does have goo inside. So let's see how that goes So let's see how that goes it You're stealing your car All right, so let's do this Oh He's dead, why? I didn't want to do this. Mikey talked me into doing this. It was so cool though Dude, there's slime everywhere. Hey, that slime is cool. Okay, so there goes the slime and there goes the skull Oh, okay, so now for our third item through the baby head is over there How do you get over there? I thought it was in my pocket rolling by itself It's time to kill it. We're gonna run over the baby hat. Okay, so you're ready to say goodbye to the cursed baby Cursed baby take this away. It's time for you to go.  It's the curse It's the cursed baby. We got to get rid of him. We got to get rid of him. All right, go Yo That was awesome. That was crazy, bro. What happened?    He's still alive. Do this thing. It's cursed.  It's the cursed baby. Oh my god Okay, well, we might have to bring him back for the next video too. Maybe look at this All right, you guys well this was running stuff over with the car because The day was just beautiful enough to go outside and enjoy the outdoors Well, if you guys want me to crash or mean smash anything else Let me know in the comments below what you guys want me to run over and he suggestions Not anything too crazy because I don't have anything to have in my car run over your car run over my car with another car Maybe well, thank you guys for watching Thank you guys for the main support if you guys enjoyed the video Make sure to slap the like button if you're new to the channel Make sure to subscribe and turn that notification bell on and I will see you in the next one. Bye


CHAPTER X Betsy's birthday was the ninth day of September, and the Necronset Valley Fair is always held from the 8th to the 12th. So it was decided that Betsy should celebrate her birthday by going up to Woodford, where the fair was held. The Puttneys weren't going that year, but the people on the next farm, the Wendals, said they could make room when they're surrey for the two little girls. For, of course, Molly was going too. In fact, she said the fair was held partly to celebrate her being six years old. This would happen on the 17th of October. Molly insisted that that was plenty close enough to the 9th of September to be celebrated then. This made Betsy feel like laughing out, but observing that the Puttneys only looked at each other with the faintest possible quirk in the corners of their serious mouths, she understood that they were afraid that Molly's feelings might be heard if they laughed out loud. So Betsy tried to curve her young lips to the same kind in secret mirth. And I can't tell you why this effort not to hurt Molly's feelings made her have a perfect spasm of love for Molly. She threw herself on her and gave her a great hug that tipped them both over on the couch on top of Shep, who stopped snoring with his great gurgling snort, wriggled out from under them, and stood with laughing eyes and wagging tail, looking at them as they rolled and giggled among the pillows. What dress are you going to wear to the fair, Betsy? asked Cousin Anne. And we must decide about Molly's, too. This stopped their rough-and-tumble fun in short order, and they applied themselves to the serious question of a toilette. When the great day arrived and the Surrey drove away from the Wendell's Gate, Betsy was in a fresh pink-and-white gingham which she had helped Cousin Anne make, and plump Molly looked like something good to eat in a crisp white little dimity, one of Betsy's old dresses, with a deep hem taken in to make it short enough for the little butter ball. Because it was Betsy's birthday, she sat on the front seat with Mr. Wendell, and part of the time, when there were not too many teams on the road, she drove herself. Mrs. Wendell and her sister filled the back seat solidly full from side to side, and made one continuous soft lap on which Molly happily perched. Her eyes shining, her round cheeks red with joyful excitement. Betsy looked back at her several times and thought how very nice Molly looked. She had, of course, little idea how she herself looked, because the mirrors at Putney Farm were all small and high up, and anyhow they were so old and greenish that they made everybody look very queer-colored. You looked in them to see if your hair was smooth, and that was about all you could stand. Though it was a great surprise to Betsy later in the morning, as she and Molly wandered hand in hand through the wonders of Industrial Hall, to catch sight of Molly in a full-length mirror as clear as water. She was almost startled to see how faithfully reflected were the yellow of the little girl's curls, the clear pink and white of her face, and the blue of her soft eyes.  For an instant, Betsy gazed into those clear eyes, and then, why, gracious goodness, that was herself she was looking at, how changed she was, how very, very different she looked from the last time she had seen herself in a big mirror. She remembered it well. Out shopping with Aunt Frances in a department store, she had caught sight of a pale little girl with a thin neck and spindling legs half hidden in the folds of Aunt Frances' skirts. But she didn't look even like the sister of this browned, muscular, upstanding child who held Molly's hand so firmly. All this came into her mind and went out again in a moment, for Molly caught sight of a big doll of the next aisle, and they hurried over to inspect her clothing. The mirror was forgotten in the many exciting sights and sounds and smells of their first county fair. The two little girls were to wander about as they pleased until noon, when they were to meet the windows in the shadow of industrial hall and eat their picnic lunch together. The two parties arrived together from different directions, having seen very different sides of the fair. The children were full of the merry-go-rounds, the balloon cellar, the toy vendors, and the popcorn stands, while the windows exchanged views on the shortness of a hog's legs, the dip and a cow's back, and the thickness of a sheep's wool. The windows, it seemed, had met some cousins they didn't expect to see, who, not knowing about Betsy and Molly, had hoped that they might ride home with the windows. Don't you suppose, Mrs. Wendell asked Betsy, that you and Molly could go home with the Vaughns. They're here in their big wagon. You could sit on the floor with the Vaughn children. Betsy and Molly thought this would be great fun and agreed enthusiastically. All right, then, said Mrs. Wendell. She called to a young man who stood inside the building near an open window. Oh, Frank, will Vaughn is going to be in your booth this afternoon, isn't he? Yes, ma'am, said the young man. His churn is from two to four. Well, you tell him, will you, that the two little girls who live at Putney Farm are going to go home with them. They can sit on the bottom of the wagon with the Vaughn young ones. Yes, ma'am, said the young man, with a noticeable lack of interest in how Betsy and Molly got home. Now, Betsy, said Mrs. Wendell, you go round to that booth at two and ask will Vaughn what time they're going to start and where their wagon is, and then you be sure not to keep them waiting a minute. No, I won't, said Betsy. I'll be sure to be there on time. She and Molly still had 20 cents to spend out of the 40 they had brought with them. Twenty-five earned by berry picking and 15 a present from Uncle Henry. They now put their heads together to see how they could make the best possible use of their four nickels. Cousin Anne had put no restrictions whatever on them, saying they could buy any sort of truck or rubbish they could find except the pink lemonade. She said she had been told the vendors washed their glasses in that and their hands, and for all she knew their faces. Betsy was for merry-go-rounds, but Molly earned for a big red balloon, and while they were buying that, a man came by with toy dogs, little brown dogs with curled wire tails. He called out that they would bark when you pulled their tails, and seeing the little girl looking at him, he pulled the tail of the one he held. It gave forth a fine, loud yelp, just like Shep when his tail got stepped on. Betsy bought one, all done up neatly in a box tied with blue string. She thought it a great bargain to get a dog who would bark for five cents. Later on, when they undid the string and opened the box, they found the dog had one leg broken off and wouldn't make the faintest squeak when his tail was pulled, but that is the sort of thing you must expect to have happen to you at a county fair. Now they had ten cents left and they decided to have a ride apiece on the merry-go-round. But glancing up at the clock face in the tower over Agricultural Hall, Betsy noticed it was half past two and she decided to go first to the booth where Will Vaughn was to be and find out what time they would start for home. She found the booth with no difficulty, but William Vaughn was not in it, nor was the young man she had seen before. There was a new one, a strange one, a careless, whistling young man with very bright socks, very yellow shoes, and very striped cuffs. He said, and answered to Betsy's inquiry, Vaughn, Will Vaughn, never heard the name, and immediately went on whistling and looking up and down the aisle over the heads of the little girls who stood gazing up at him with very wide, startled eyes. An older man leaned over from the next booth and said, Will Vaughn, he from Hillsborough? While I heard somebody say those Hillsborough Vaughns had word when of their cows was awful sick and they had to start right home that minute. Betsy came to herself out of her momentary days and snatched Molly's hand. Hurry, quick! We must find the windows before they get away. In her agitation, for she was really very much frightened, she forgot how easily terrified little Molly was, her alarm instantly sent the child into a panic. Oh, Betsy, Betsy, what will we do? She gasped as Betsy pulled her along the aisle and out of the door. Oh, the windows can't be gone yet, said Betsy reassuringly, though she was not at all sure she was telling the truth. She ran as fast as she could drag Molly's fat legs to the horse shed where Mr. Wendell had tied his horses and left the Surrey. The horse shed was empty, quite empty. Betsy stopped short and stood still, her heart seeming to be up in her throat so that she could hardly breathe. After all, she was only ten that day, you must remember.  What will we do, Betsy? What can we do? She wailed. Betsy did not answer. She did not know what they would do. They were eight miles from Putney Farm, far too much for Molly to walk, and anyhow neither of them knew the way. They had only ten cents left and nothing to eat, and the only people they knew and all that throng of strangers had gone back to Hillsborough. What will we do, Betsy? Molly kept on crying out, horrified by Betsy's silence and evident consternation. The other child's head swam. She tried again the formula which had helped her when Molly fell into the wolf pit, and asked herself desperately, what would Cousin Anne do if she were here? But that did not help her much now, because she could not possibly imagine what Cousin Anne would do under such appalling circumstances. Yes, one thing Cousin Anne would be sure to do, of course. She would quiet Molly, first of all. At this thought, Betsy sat down on the ground and took the panic-stricken little girl into her lap, wiping away the tears and saying stoutly, Now, Molly, stop crying this minute. I'll take care of you, of course. I'll get you home, all right. How will you ever do it, sobbed Molly? Everybody's gone and left us. We can't walk. Never you mind how, said Betsy, trying to be facetious and mock mysterious, though her own underlip was quivering a little. That's my surprise party for you. Just you wait, and I come on back to that booth. Maybe Will Vaughn didn't go home with his folks. She had very little hope of this, and only went back there because it seemed to her a little less dauntingly strange than every other spot in the howling wilderness about her.  The bright-colored young man was no better when they found him again. He stopped his whistling only long enough to say, Nope. No Will Vaughn anywhere around these diggings yet. We were going home with the Vaughns, murmured Betsy in a low tone, hoping for some help from him. Looks as though you'd better go home on the cars, advised the young man casually. He smoothed his black hair back straighter than ever from his forehead and looked over their heads. How much does it cost to go to Hillsborough on the cars, asked Betsy with a sinking heart? You'll have to ask somebody else about that, said the young man. What I don't know about this rubed state. I never was in it before. He spoke as though he were very proud of the fact. Betsy turned and went over to the older man who had told them about the Vaughns. Molly trotted at her heels, quite comforted now that Betsy was talking so competently to grown-ups. She did not hear what they said, nor try to. Now that Betsy's voice sounded all right, she had no more fears. Betsy would manage somehow. She heard Betsy's voice again talking to the other man, but she was busy looking at an exhibit of beautiful jelly glasses and paid no attention. Then Betsy led her away again out of doors where everybody was walking back and forth under the bright September sky, blowing on horns, waving plumes of brilliant tissue paper, tickling each other with peacock feathers, and eating popcorn and candy out of paper bags. That reminded Molly that they had ten cents yet. Oh, Betsy, she proposed, let's take a nickel of our money for some popcorn. She was startled by Betsy's fierce sudden clutch at their little purse and by the quaver in her voice as she answered. No, no, Molly, we've got to save every cent of that. I found out it cost thirty cents for us both to go home to Hillsborough on the train. The last one goes at six o'clock. We haven't got but ten, said Molly. Betsy looked at her silently for a moment and then burst out, I'll earn the rest, I'll earn it somehow, I'll have to. There isn't any other way. All right, said Molly quaintly, not seeing anything unusual in this. You can if you want to, I'll wait for you here. No you won't, cried Betsy, who had quite enough of trying to meet people in a crowd. No you won't, you just follow me every minute, I don't want you out of my sight. They began to move forward now, Betsy's eyes wildly roving from one place to another. How could a little girl earn money at a county fair? She was horribly afraid to go up and speak to a stranger and yet how else could she begin? Here, Molly, you wait here, she said. Don't you budge till I come back? But alas, Molly had only a moment to wait that time, for the man who was selling lemonade answered Betsy's shy question with a stare and a curt, Lord know, what could a young one like you do for me? The little girls wandered on, Molly calm and expectant, confident in Betsy.  They were passing by a big shed-like building now, where a large sign proclaimed that the Woodford Ladies' Aids Society would serve a hot chicken dinner for thirty-five cents. Of course, the sign was not accurate, for it half passed three, almost four, the chicken dinner had long ago been all eaten, and in place of the diners was a group of weary women moving languidly about or standing saggingly by a great table piled with dirty dishes. Betsy paused here, meditated a moment, and went in rapidly so that her courage would not evaporate. The woman with gray hair looked down at her a little impatiently and said, dinners all over. I didn't come for dinner, said Betsy, swallowing hard. I came to see if you wouldn't hire me to wash your dishes. I'll do them for twenty-five cents. The woman laughed, looked from little Betsy to the great pile of dishes and said, turning away. Mercy, child, if you washed from now till morning you wouldn't make a hole in what we've got to do. Betsy heard her say to the other women, some young one wanting more money for the sideshows. Now, now was the moment to remember what Cousin Anne would have done. She would certainly not have shaken all over with hurt feelings nor have allowed the tears to come stingingly to her eyes. So Betsy sternly made herself stop doing these things. And Cousin Anne wouldn't have given way to the dreadful sinking feeling of utter discouragement, but would have gone right on to the next place. So, although Betsy felt like nothing so much as cooking her elbow over her face and crying as hard as she could cry, she stiffened her back, took Molly's hand again, and stepped out, heart sick within but very steady, although rather pale, without. She and Molly walked along in the crowd again, Molly laughing and pointing out the pranks and antics of the young people who were feeling livelier than ever as the afternoon wore on. Betsy looked at them grimly with unseeing eyes. It was four o'clock. The last train for Hillsborough left in two hours and she was no nearer having the price of the tickets. She stopped for a moment to get her breath, for although they were walking slowly, she kept feeling breathless and choked. It occurred to her that if ever a little girl had had a more horrible birthday, she never heard of one. Oh, I wish I could, Dan, said a young voice near her, but honest, Mama just eat me up alive if I left the booth for a minute. Betsy turned quickly. A very pretty girl with yellow hair and blue eyes, she looked as Molly might when she was grown up, was leaning over the edge of a little canvas-covered booth, the sign of which announced that homemade donuts and soft drinks were for sale there. A young man, very flushed and gay, was pulling at the girl's blue gingham sleeve. Oh, come on, Annie, just one turn. The floor is elegant. You can keep an eye on the booth from the hall. Nobody's going to run away with the old thing anyhow. Honest, I'd love to, but I got a great lot of dishes to wash, too. You know, Mama. She looked longingly toward the open-air dancing floor, out from which just then floated a burst of brazen music. Oh, please, said a small voice. I'll do it for twenty cents. Betsy stood by the girl's elbow, all quivering earnestness. Do what, kitty, asked the girl in a good-natured surprise. Everything, said Betsy compendiously. Everything. Wash the dishes, tend the booth. You can go dance. I'll do it for twenty cents. The eyes of the girl and the man met in high amusement. My, aren't we up and coming, said the man.  He said to Betsy. The little girl flushed. She detested being laughed at, but she looked straight into the laughing eyes. I'm ten years old today, she said, and I can wash dishes as well as anybody. She spoke with dignity. The young man burst out into a great laugh. Great kid, what, he said to the girl, and then, say Annie, why not? Your mother won't be here for an hour. The kid can keep folks from walking off with the dope, and I'll do the dishes, too, repeated Betsy, trying hard not to mind being laughed at, and keeping her eyes fixed steadily on the tickets to Hillsboro. Well, by gosh, said the young man, laughing, here's our chance, Annie, for fair. Come along. The girl laughed, too, out of high spirits. Wouldn't Mama be crazy, she said hilariously, but she'll never know. Here, you cute kid, here's my apron. She took off her long apron and tied it around Betsy's neck. There's the soap, there's the table. You stack the dishes up on that counter. She was out of the little gate in the counter in a twinkling, just as Molly, in answer to a beckoning gesture from Betsy, came in. Hello, there's another one, said the gay young man, gayer and gayer. Hello, Button. What you going to do? I suppose when they try to crack the safe you'll run at them and bark and drive them away. Molly opened her sweet blue eyes very wide, not understanding a single word. The girl laughed, swooped back, gave Molly a kiss, and disappeared, running side by side with the young man toward the dance hall. Betsy mounted on a soap box and began joyfully to wash the dishes. She had never thought that ever in her life would she simply love to wash dishes beyond anything else, but it was so. Her relief was so great that she could have kissed the coarse thick plates and glasses as she washed them. It's all right, Molly, it's all right. She quavered exultantly to Molly over her shoulder. But as Molly had not, from the moment Betsy took command, suspected that it was not all right, she only nodded and asked if she might sit up on a barrel where she could watch the crowd go by. I guess you could. I don't know why not, said Betsy doubtfully. She lifted her up and went back to her dishes. Never were dishes washed better. Two doughnuts, please, said a man's voice behind her. Oh, mercy, there was somebody come to buy. Whatever should she do? She came forward intending to say that the owner of the booth was away and she didn't know anything about. But the man laid down a nickel, took two doughnuts, and turned away. Betsy gasped and looked at the homemade sign stuck into the big pan of doughnuts. Sure enough, it read, two for five. She put the nickel up on a shelf and went back to her dish washing. Selling things wasn't so hard, she reflected. As her hunted feeling of desperation relaxed, she began to find some fun in her new situation.  Two for five, she said in a business-like tone. The woman put down a dime, took up four doughnuts, divided them between her sons, and departed. My, said Molly, looking admiringly at Betsy's coolness over this transaction. Betsy went back to her dishes, stepping high. Oh, Betsy, see the pig, the big ox, cried Molly now, looking from her coin advantage down the wide, grass-grown lane between the booths. Betsy craned her head around over her shoulder, continuing conscientiously to wash and wipe the dishes. The prize stock was being paraded around the fair. The great prize ox, his shining horns tipped with blue rosettes. The prize cows with wreaths around their necks. The prize horses, four or five of them, as glossy as satin, curving their bright, strong necks and stepping as though on eggs, their mains and tails braided with bright ribbon. And then, oh, Betsy, look at the pig, screamed Molly again, the smaller animals, the sheep, the calves, the colts, and the pig, which watered along with portly dignity. Betsy looked as well as she could over her shoulder, and in years to come, she can shut her eyes and see again and ever detail that rustic procession under the golden September light. But she looked anxiously at the clock. It was nearing five. Oh, suppose the girl forgot and danced too long. Two bottles of ginger ale and half a dozen donuts, said a man with a woman and three children. Betsy looked feverishly among the bottles ranged on the counter, selected two marked ginger ale, and glared at the corrugated ten stoppers. Now did you get them open? Here's your opener, said the man, if that's what you're looking for. Here you get the glasses and I'll open the bottles. We're in kind of a hurry, got to catch a train. Well, they were not the only people who had to catch a train, Betsy thought sadly. They drank in gulps and departed, cramming donuts into their mouths. Betsy wished ardently that the girl would come back. She was now almost sure that she had forgotten and would dance there till nightfall. But there, there she came, running along as light-footed after an hour's dancing as when she had left the booth. Here you are, kid, said the young man producing a quarter. We've had the time of our young lives thanks to you. Betsy gave him back one of the nickels that remained to her, but he refused it. No, keep the change, he said royally, it was worth it. Then I'll buy two donuts with my extra nickel, said Betsy. No you won't, said the girl, you'll take all you want for nothing. Mama'll never miss them, and what you sell here has got to be fresh every day. Here hold out your hands, both of you. Some people came and bought things, said Betsy, happening to remember as she and Molly turned away. The money is on that shelf. Well, now, said the girl, if she didn't take hold and sell things, say. She ran after Betsy and gave her a hug.  Molly and Betsy hurried along out of the gate into the main street of the town and down to the station. Molly was eating donuts as she went. They were both quite hungry by this time, but Betsy could not think of eating till she had those tickets in her hand. She pushed her quarter and a nickel into the ticket seller's window and said, Stillsboro, and as confident a tone as she could, but when the precious bits of paper were pushed out at her and she actually held them, her knees shook under her and she had to go and sit down on the bench. My, aren't these donuts good, said Molly. I never in my life had enough donuts before. Betsy drew a long breath and began rather languidly to eat one herself. She felt all of a sudden very, very tired. She was tired or still when they got out of the train at Hillsboro station and started weirdly up the road toward Putney Farm. Two miles lay before them, two miles which they had often walked before, but never after such a day as now lay back of them. Molly dragged her feet as she walked and hung heavily on Betsy's hand.  A light buggy spun round the churn of the road behind them, the single horse trotting fast as though the driver were in a hurry, the wheels rattling smartly on the hard road. The little girls drew out to one side and stood waiting till the road should be free again. When he saw them the driver pulled the horse back so quickly it stood almost straight up. He peered at them through the twilight and then with a loud shout sprang over the side of the buggy. It was Uncle Henry, oh goody it was Uncle Henry come to meet them. They wouldn't have to walk any further. But what was the matter with Uncle Henry? He ran up to them exclaiming, are you all right, are you all right? He stooped over and felt of them desperately as though he expected them to be broken somewhere. And Betsy could feel that his old hands were shaking, that he was trembling all over. When she said, why yes Uncle Henry we're all right, we came home on the cars. Uncle Henry leaned up against the fence as though he couldn't stand up. He took off his hat and wiped his forehead and he said, it didn't seem as though it could be Uncle Henry talking, he sounded so excited, well well well by gosh my, well by thunder now and so here you are and you're all right, well. He couldn't seem to stop exclaiming and you can't imagine anything stranger than an Uncle Henry who couldn't stop exclaiming. After they all got into the buggy he quieted down a little and said, thunderation but we've had a scare. When the windows came back with their cousins early this afternoon, they said you were coming with the vons and then when you didn't come and didn't come, we telephoned to the vons and they said they hadn't seen hide nor hair of you and didn't even know you were to the fair at all. I tell you your Aunt Abigail and I had an awful turn and I hitched up quicker and scat and she put right out with Prince up toward Woodford and I took Jesse down this way. Thought maybe I'd get Tracy somewhere here, well land. He wiped his forehead again, wasn't I glad to see you stand in there, get along Jess, I want to get the news to Abigail as soon as I can. Now tell me what in thunder did happen to you? Betsy began at the beginning and told straight through, interrupted at first by indignant comments from Uncle Henry who was outraged by the windows loose wearing of their responsibility for the children, but as she went on he quieted down to a closely attentive silence interrupting only to keep Jess at her top speed. Now that it was all safely over Betsy thought her story quite an interesting one and she omitted no detail although she wondered once or twice if perhaps Uncle Henry were listening to her he kept so still. And so I bought the tickets and we got home she ended adding, oh Uncle Henry you ought to have seen the prize pig he was too funny. They turned into the Putney yard now and saw Aunt Abigail's bulky form on the porch. Got him Abby, alright no harm done, shouted Uncle Henry. Aunt Abigail turned without a word and went back into the house. When the little girls dragged their weary legs in they found her quietly setting out some supper for them on the table but she was wiping away with her apron the joyful tears which ran down her cheeks, such white cheeks. It seemed so strange to see Rosy Aunt Abigail with a face like paper. Well, I'm glad to see, she told them soberly, sit right down and have some hot milk. I had some already. The telephone rang, she went into the next room and they heard her saying in an unsteady voice, alright Anne they're here, your father just brought them in, I haven't had time to hear about what happened yet but they're all right you'd better come home. That's your cousin Anne telephoning from the marshals. She herself went and sat down heavily and when Uncle Henry came in a few minutes later she asked him in a rather weak voice for the ammonia bottle. He rushed for it, got her a fan and a drink of cold water and hung over her anxiously till the color began to come back into her pale face. I know just how you feel mother, he said sympathetically. When I saw him standing there by the roadside I felt as though somebody had hit me a clip right in the pit of the stomach. The little girls ate their supper in attired days, not paying any attention to what the grownups were saying, until rapid hoofs clicked on the stones outside and cousin Anne came in quickly, her black eyes snapping. Now for Mercy's sake tell me what happened, she said, adding hotly and if I don't give that Maria Wendell a piece of my mind. Uncle Henry broke in, I'm going to tell what happened, I want to do it.  His voice was shaking with feeling and as he went on and told of Betsy's afternoon, her fright, her confusion, her forming the plan of coming home on the train and of earning the money for the tickets, he made for once, no Putney pretense of casual coolness, his old eyes flashed fire as he talked. Betsy, watching him, pelt her heart swell and beat fast in incredulous joy. Why he was proud of her, she had done something to make the Putney cousins proud of her. When Uncle Henry came to the part where she went on asking for employment after one and then another refusal, cousin Anne reached out her long arms and quickly, almost roughly, gathered Betsy up on her lap, holding her close as she listened, Betsy had never before sat on cousin Anne's lap. And when Uncle Henry finished, he had not forgotten a single thing Betsy had told him and asked, What do you think of that for a little girl ten years old today? Cousin Anne opened the floodgates wide and burst out, I think I never heard of a child's doing a smarter, grittier thing and I don't care if she does hear me say so. It was a great, a momentous, an historic moment. Betsy, enthroned on those strong knees, wondered if any little girl had ever had such a beautiful birthday. CHAPTER XI, UNDERSTOOD ANT FRANCIS About a month after Betsy's birthday, one October day when the leaves were all red and yellow, two very momentous events occurred, and, in a manner of speaking, at the very same time. Betsy had noticed that her kitten Eleanor, she still thought of her as a kitten, although she was now a big grown up cat, spent very little time around the house. She came into the kitchen two or three times a day, doing loudly for milk and food, but after eating very fast she always disappeared at once. Betsy missed the purring, contented ball of fur on her lap in the long evenings as she played checkers, or read aloud, or sewed, or played guessing games.  But Eleanor seemed to have lost all her taste for the things she had liked so much. Invariably the moment the door was opened, she darted out and vanished. One afternoon Betsy ran out after her, determined to catch her and bring her back. When the cat found she was being followed, she bounded along in great leaps, constantly escaping from Betsy's outstretched hand. They came thus to the horse barn, into the open door of which Eleanor wist like a little gray shadow, Betsy close behind. The cat flashed up the steep, ladder-like stairs that led to the hayloft. Betsy scrambled rapidly up, too. It was dark up there, compared to the gorgeous colored October Day outside, and for a moment she could not see Eleanor. Then she made her out, a dim little shape picking her way over the hay, and she heard her talking. Yes, it was real talk, quite quite different from the loud, imperious meow, with which Eleanor asked for her milk. This was the softest, prettiest kind of conversation, all little murmurs and chirps and sing-songs, why Betsy could almost understand it. She could understand it enough to know that it was love talk, and then, breaking into this, came a sudden series of shrill, little needle-like cries that fairly filled the hayloft. Eleanor gave a bound forward and disappeared. Betsy, very much excited, scrambled and climbed up over the hay as fast as she could go. It was all silent now. The piercing, funny little squalls had stopped as suddenly as they began. On the top, in a little nest lay Eleanor, purring so loudly you could hear her all over the big moe, and so proud and happy she could hardly contain herself.  Oh, how dear they were! How darling and cuddly and fuzzy! Betsy put her fingers very softly on the gray one's head, and thrilled to feel the warmth of the little living creature. Oh, Eleanor, she asked eagerly. Can I pick one up? She lifted the gray one gently and held it up to her cheek. The little thing nestled down in the warm hollow of her hand. She could feel its tiny, tiny little claws pricking softly into her palm.  She said over and over in a whisper. Eleanor did not stop purring, and she looked up with friendly, trusting eyes as her little mistress made the acquaintance of her children. But Betsy could feel somehow that Eleanor was anxious about her kitten, was afraid that, although the little girl meant everything that was kind, her great, clumsy, awkward human hands weren't clever enough to hold a baby cat the proper way. I don't blame you a bit, Eleanor, said Betsy. I should feel just so in your place. There, I won't touch it again. She laid the kitten down carefully by its mother. Eleanor at once began to wash its face very vigorously, knocking it over and over with her strong tongue. My, said Betsy, laughing, you'd scratch my eyes out if I were as rough as that. Eleanor didn't seem to hear, or rather she seemed to hear something else. For she stopped short, her head lifted, her ears pricked up, listening very hard to some distant sound. Then Betsy heard it too, somebody coming into the barn below, with little, quick, uneven footsteps. It must be little Molly, tagging along as she always did. What fun to show Molly the kittens. Betsy, called Molly from below. Molly, called Betsy from above, come up here quick. I've got something up here. There was a sound of scrambling, rapid feet on the rough stairs, and Molly's yellow curls appeared, shining in the dusk. I've got it, she began, but Betsy did not let her finish. Come here, Molly, quick, quick, she called, beckoning eagerly, as though the kittens might evaporate into thin air if Molly didn't get there at once. Molly forgot what she was going to say, climbed madly up the steep pile of hay, and in a moment was lying flat on her stomach beside the little family in a spasm of delight that satisfied even Betsy and Eleanor. Both of them convinced that these were the finest kittens the world had ever seen. See, there are two, said Betsy. You can have one for your very own, and I'll let you choose. Which one do you like best? She was hoping that Molly would not take the little all-gray one, because she had fallen in love with that the minute she saw it. Oh, this one with the white on his breast, said Molly, without a moment's hesitation. It's lots the prettiest. Oh, Betsy, for my very own. Something white fell out of the folds of her skirt on the hay. Oh, yes, she said indifferently. A letter for you. Miss Anne told me to bring it out here. She said she saw you streaking it for the barn. It was a letter from Aunt Francis. Betsy opened it, one eye on Molly, to see that she did not hug her new darling too tightly, and began to read it in the ray of dusty sunlight slanting in through a crack on the side of the barn. She could do this easily, because Aunt Francis always made her handwriting very large and round and clear, so that a little girl could read it without half trying. And as she read, everything faded away from before her. The barn, Molly, the kittens. She saw nothing but the words on the page. When she had read the letter through, she got up quickly, oh, ever so quickly, and went away down the stairs. Molly hardly noticed she had gone, so absorbing and delightful were the kittens. Betsy went out of the dusky barn into the rich October splendor and saw none of it. She went straight away from the house and the barn, straight up into the hill pasture toward her favorite place beside the brook, the shady pool under the big maple tree. At first she walked, but after a while she ran, faster and faster as though she could not get there soon enough.   I'm afraid we would all cry if we saw what Betsy did under the big maple tree. And the very reason she ran away so fast was so that she could be all by herself for a very hard hour and fight it out along. So let us go back soberly to the orchard where the puttneys are, and wait till Betsy comes walking listlessly in. Her eyes red and her cheeks pale. Her cousin Anne was up on the top of a tree, a basket hung over her shoulder, half full of striped red northern spies. Uncle Henry was on a ladder against another tree, filling a bag with the beautiful shining yellow-green pound sweets, and Aunt Abigail was moving around, picking up the party-colored windfalls and putting them into barrels, ready to go to the cider mill. Something about the way Betsy walked, and as she drew closer, something about the expression of her face, and oh, as she began to speak, something about the tone of her voice stopped all this cheerful activity as though a bomb had gone off in their midst. I've had a letter from Aunt Frances, said Betsy, biting her lips, and she says she's coming to take me away, back to them, tomorrow. There was a big silence. Cousin Anne stood, perfectly motionless up in her tree, staring down through the leaves at Betsy. Uncle Henry was turned around on his ladder, one hand on an apple as though it had frozen there, staring down at Betsy. Aunt Abigail leaned with both fat hands on her barrel, staring hard at Betsy. Betsy was staring down at her shoes, biting her lips and winking her eyes. The yellow, hazy October sun sank slowly down toward the rim of Hemlock Mountain, and sent long, golden shafts of light through the branches of the trees upon this group of people, all so silent, so motionless. Betsy was the first to speak, and I'm very proud of her for what she said. She said loyally, "'Dear Aunt Frances, she was always so sweet to me. She always tried so hard to take care of me.'" For that was what Betsy had found up by the brook under the big red maple tree. She had found there a certainty that whatever else she did, she must not hurt Aunt Frances's feelings. Dear gentle sweet Aunt Frances, whose feelings were so easily hurt and who had given her so many years of such anxious care. Something up there had told her, perhaps the quiet blue shadow of Windward Mountain creeping slowly over the pasture toward her, perhaps the silent glory of the great red and gold tree, perhaps the singing murmur of the little brook, perhaps all of them together had told her that now had come a time when she must do more than what Cousin Ann would do, when she must do what she herself knew was right, and that was to protect Aunt Frances from hurt. When she spoke out there in the orchard, she broke the spell of silence. Cousin Ann climbed hastily down from her tree with her basket only partly filled. Uncle Henry got stiffly off his ladder and Aunt Abigail advanced through the grass and they all said the same thing. Let me see that letter. They read it there, looking over each other's shoulders with grave faces. Then, still silently, they all turned and went back into the house, leaving their forgotten bags and barrels and baskets out under the trees. When they found themselves in the kitchen, well, it's supper time anyhow, said Cousin Ann hastily, as if ashamed of losing her composure. Or almost time, we might as well get it now. I'm going out to milk, said Uncle Henry gruffly, although it was not nearly his usual time. He took up the milk-pales and marched out toward the barn, stepping heavily, his head hanging. Shep woke up with a snort and getting off the couch, gambled clumsily up to Betsy, wagging his tail and jumping up on her, ready for a frolic. That was almost too much for Betsy. To think that after tomorrow she would never see Shep again, nor Eleanor, nor the kittens. She choked as she bent over Shep and put her arms around his neck for a great hug. But she mustn't cry. She mustn't hurt Aunt Frances's feelings or show that she wasn't glad to go back to her. That wouldn't be fair after all Aunt Frances had done for her. That night she lay awake after she and Molly had gone to bed and Molly was asleep. They had decided not to tell Molly until the last minute, so she had dropped off peacefully as usual. But poor Betsy's eyes were wide open. She saw a gleam of light under the door. It widened. The door opened.  You awake, Betsy? She whispered, seeing the child's dark eyes gleaming at her over the covers. I just thought I'd look in to see if you were all right. She came to the edge of the bed and set the candle down on the little stand. Betsy reached her arms up longingly and the old woman stooped over her. Neither of them said a single word during the long embrace which followed. Then Aunt Abigail, straightened up hastily, took her candle very quickly and softly and heavily padded out of the room. Betsy turned over and flung one arm over Molly. No Molly either after tomorrow. She gulp hard and stared up at the ceiling, dimly white in the starlight. A gleam of light shone under the door. It widened and Uncle Henry stood there, a candle in his hand peering into the room. You awake, Betsy? He said cautiously. Yes, I'm awake, Uncle Henry. The old man shuffled into the room. I just got to thinking, he said, hesitating, that maybe you'd like to take my watch with you. It's kind of handy to have a watch on the train and I'd like real well for you to have it. He laid it down on the stand, his own cherished gold watch that had been given him when he was 21. Betsy reached out and took his hard, gnarled old fist and a tight grip. Oh, Uncle Henry, she began and could not go on. We'll miss you, Betsy, he said in an uncertain voice. It's been real nice to have you here. And then he too snatched up his candle very quickly and almost ran out of the room. Betsy turned over on her back. No crying now, she told herself fiercely. No crying now. She clenched her hands together tightly and set her teeth. Something moved in the room. Somebody leaned over her. It was cousin Anne who didn't make a sound, not one, but who took Betsy in her strong arms and held her close and closer so Betsy could feel the quick pulse of the other's heart beating all through her own body. Then she was gone as silently as she came. But somehow that great embrace had taken away all the burning tightness from Betsy's eyes and heart. She was very, very tired and soon after this she fell sound asleep, snuggled up close to Molly. In the morning nobody spoke of last night at all. Breakfast was prepared and eaten and the team hitched up directly afterward. Betsy and Uncle Henry were to drive to the station together to meet Aunt Francis' train. Betsy put on her new wine colored cashmere that cousin Anne had made her with the soft white collar of delicate old embroidery that Aunt Abigail had given her out of one of the trunks in the attic. She and Uncle Henry said very little as they drove to the village and even less as they stood waiting together on the platform. Betsy slipped her hand into his and he held it tight as the train whistled in the distance and came slowly and laboriously puffing up to the station. Just one person got off at the little station and that was Aunt Francis, looking ever so dressed up and sitified with a fluffy ostrich feather boa and kid gloves and a white veil over her face and a big blue one floating from her gay-flowered velvet hat. How pretty she was and how young under the veil which hid so kindly all the little lines in her sweet thin face and how excited and fluttery. Betsy had forgotten how fluttery Aunt Francis was. She clasped Betsy to her and then started back crying. She must see to her suitcase and then she clasped Betsy to her again and shook hands with Uncle Henry whose grim old face looked about as cordial and welcoming as the sourest kind of sour pickle and she fluttered back and said she must have left her umbrella on the train. Oh conductor, conductor, my umbrella right in my seat, a blue one with a crooked over, oh here it is in my hand, what am I thinking of? The conductor evidently thought he'd better get the train away as soon as possible for he now shouted, all aboard to nobody at all and sprang back on the steps. The train went off groaning over this deep grade and screaming at its usual echoing warning about the next road crossing. Uncle Henry took Aunt Francis's suitcase and plotted back to the Surrey. He got into the front seat and Aunt Francis and Betsy in the back and they started off. And now I want you to listen to every single word that was said on the back seat for it was a very, very important conversation when Betsy's fate hung on the curl of an eyelash and the flicker of a voice as fates often do. Aunt Francis hugged Betsy again and again and exclaimed about her having grown so big and tall and fat. She didn't say brown too, although you could see that she was thinking that. As she looked through her veil at Betsy's tan face and down at the contrast between her own pretty white fingers and Betsy's leather colored muscular little hands. She exclaimed and exclaimed and kept on exclaiming. Betsy wondered if she really always had been as fluttery as this. And then all of a sudden it came out, the great news, the reason for the extra flutteriness. Aunt Francis was going to be married. Yes, think of it. Betsy fell back, open mouth with astonishment. Did Betsy think of Aunt Francis a silly old thing? Oh, Aunt Francis, no, cried Betsy fervently. You look just as young and pretty, lots younger than I remembered you. Aunt Francis flushed with pleasure and went on. You'll love your old Aunt Francis just as much, won't you? When she's Mrs. Plimpton. Betsy put her arms around her and gave her a great hug. I'll always love you, Aunt Francis, she said. You'll love Mr. Plimpton too. He's so big and strong and he just loves to take care of people. He says that's why he's marrying me. Don't you wonder where we're going to live? She asked, answering her own question quickly. We're not going to live anywhere. Isn't that a joke? Mr. Plimpton's business keeps him always moving around from one place to another, never more than a month anywhere. What'll Aunt Harriet do? Asked Betsy, wonderingly. Why, she's ever and ever so much better, said Aunt Francis happily. And her own sister, my Aunt Rachel, has come back from China where she's been a missionary forever so long and the two old ladies are going to keep house together out in California in the dearest little bungalow, all roses and honeysuckle. But you're going to be with me. Won't it be jolly fun, darling, to go traveling all about everywhere and see new places all the time? Now those are the words Aunt Francis said, but something in her voice and her face suggested a faint possibility to Betsy that maybe Aunt Francis didn't really think it would be such awfully jolly fun as her words said. Her heart gave a big jump up and she had to hold tight to the arm of the Surrey before she could ask in a quiet voice. But Aunt Francis, won't I be awfully in your way traveling around so? Now, Aunt Francis had ears of her own and though that was what Betsy's words said, what Aunt Francis heard was a suggestion that possibly Betsy wasn't as crazy to leave Putney Farm as she had supposed, of course, she would be. They both stopped talking for a moment and peered at each other through the thicket of words that held them apart. I told you this was a very momentous conversation. One sure thing is that the people on the back seat saw the inside of the Surrey as they traveled along and nothing else. Red sumac and bronze beach trees waved their flags at them in vain. They kept their eyes fixed on each other intently, each in an agony of fear lest she hurt the others feelings. After a pause Aunt Francis came to herself with a start and said, affectionately putting her arm around Betsy. Why you darling, what does Aunt Francis care about trouble if her own dear baby girl is happy? And Betsy said resolutely, oh, you know Aunt Francis, I'd love to be with you. She ventured one more step through the thicket, but honestly, Aunt Francis, won't it be a bother? Aunt Francis ventured another step to meet her, but dear little girls must be somewhere. And Betsy almost forgot her caution and burst out, but I could stay here. I know they would keep me. Even Aunt Francis's two veils could not hide the gleam of relief and hope that came into her pretty thin sweet face. She summoned all her courage and stepped out into the clearing in the middle of the thicket, asking right out boldly, why do you like it here Betsy, would you like to stay? And Betsy, she never could remember afterward if she had been careful enough not to shout too loudly and joyfully. Betsy cried out, oh, I love it here. There they stood, face to face, looking at each other with honest and very happy eyes. Aunt Francis threw her arm around Betsy and asked again, are you sure, dear? And didn't try to hide her relief, and neither did Betsy. I could visit you once in a while when you were somewhere near here, suggested Betsy beaming, oh yes, I must have some of the time with my darling, said Aunt Francis, and this time there was nothing in their hearts that contradicted their lips. They clung to each other in speechless satisfaction as Uncle Henry guided the Surrey up to the marble stepping stone.  She flung open the front door and catapulted into Aunt Abigail just coming out. It was like flinging herself into a feather bed. Oh, oh, she gasped out, Aunt Francis is going to be married and travel around all the time, and she doesn't really want me at all. Can't I stay here? Can't I stay here? Cousin Anne was right behind Aunt Abigail, and she heard this. She looked over their shoulders toward Aunt Francis who was approaching from behind and said, in her usual calm and collected voice, how do you do, Francis? Glad to see you, Francis, how well you're looking. I hear you were in for congratulations. Who's the happy man? Betsy was overcome with admiration for her coolness and being able to talk so in such an exciting moment. She knew Aunt Abigail couldn't have done it, for she had sat down in a rocking chair and was holding Betsy on her lap. The little girl could see her wrinkled old hand trembling on the arm of the chair. I hope that means, continued Cousin Anne, going as usual straight to the point, that we can keep Betsy here with us. Oh, would you like to? Asked Aunt Francis, fluttering, as though the idea had never occurred to her before that minute. Would Elizabeth Anne really like to stay? Oh, I'd like to, all right, said Betsy, looking confidently up into Aunt Abigail's face. Aunt Abigail spoke now. She cleared her throat twice before she could bring out a word. Then she said, why yes, we'd kind of like to keep her. We've sort of got used to having her around. That's what she said, but as you have noticed before on this exciting day, what people said didn't matter as much as what they looked. And as her old lips pronounced these words so quietly, the corners of Aunt Abigail's mouth were twitching and she was swallowing hard. She said impatiently to Cousin Anne. Hand me that handkerchief, Anne.  Then, all of a sudden, it was as though a great fresh breeze had blown through the house. They all drew a long breath and began to talk loudly and cheerfully about the weather and Aunt Francis' trip and how Aunt Harriet was and which room Aunt Francis was to have and would she leave her wraps down in the hall or take them upstairs? And in the midst of this, Betsy, her heart ready to burst, dashed out of doors followed by Shep. She ran madly toward the barn. She did not know where she was going. She only knew that she must run and jump and shout or she would explode. Shep ran and jumped because Betsy did. To these two wild creatures, careering through the air like bright blown autumn leaves, appeared little Molly in the barn door. Oh, I'm going to stay, I'm going to stay, screamed Betsy. But as Molly had not had any notion of the contrary, she only said, of course, why not? And went on to something really important, saying in a very much capitalized statement, my kitten can walk. It took three steps just now. After Aunt Francis got her wraps off, Betsy took her for a tour of inspection. They went all over the house first with special emphasis laid on the living room. Isn't this the loveliest place? Said Betsy fervently, looking about her at the white curtains, the bright flowers, the southern sunshine, the bookcases and the bright cooking utensils. It was all full to the brim to her eyes with happiness and she forgot entirely that she had thought of a very poor, common kind of room when she had first seen it. Nor did she notice that Aunt Francis showed no enthusiasm over it now. She stopped for a few moments to wash some potatoes and put them into the oven for dinner. Aunt Francis opened her eyes at this. I always see to the potatoes and the apples, the cooking of them, I mean, exclaimed Betsy proudly. I've just learned to make apple pie and brown betty. Then down into the stone floored milk room where Aunt Abigail was working over butter and where Betsy, swelling with pride, showed Aunt Francis how deftly and smoothly she could manipulate the wooden paddle and make rolls of butter that weighed within an ounce or two of a pound. Mercy child, think if you're being able to do such things, said Aunt Francis, more and more astonished. They went out of doors now, chef bounding by their side. Betsy was amazed to see that Aunt Francis drew back quite nervously whenever the big dog frisked near her. Out in the barn, Betsy had a disappointment. Aunt Francis just balked absolutely at those ladder-like stairs. Oh, I couldn't, I couldn't, dear.  Is it quite safe? Why, Aunt Abigail went up there to see the kittens, cried Betsy, on the edge of exasperation. But her heart softened at the sight of Aunt Francis as evident distress of mind at the very idea of climbing into the loft. And she brought the kittens down for inspection, Eleanor, mewing anxiously at the top of the stairs. On the way back to the house, they had an adventure, a sort of adventure, and it brought home to Betsy once for all how much she loved dear sweet Aunt Francis and just what kind of love it was. As they crossed the barnyard, the calf approached them playfully, leaping stiff-legged into the air and making a pretense of butting at them with its hornless young head. Betsy and Shep often played with the calf in this way by the half hour, and she thought nothing of it now. Hardly noticed it, in fact. But Aunt Francis gave a loud, piercing shriek as though she were being cut into pieces. Help, help, she screamed, Betsy, oh, Betsy. She had turned as white as a sheet and could not take a single step forward. It's nothing, it's nothing, said Betsy, rather impatiently. He's just playing. We often play with him, Shep and I. The calf came a little nearer with lowered head. Get away, said Betsy, indifferently, kicking at him. At this hint of masterfulness on Betsy's part, Aunt Francis cried out, oh yes, Betsy, do make him go away, do make him go away. It came over Betsy that Aunt Francis was really frightened, yes, really. And all at once her impatience disappeared, never to come back again. She felt toward Aunt Francis just as she did toward little Molly, and she acted accordingly.  He moved away, startled and injured, looking at his playfellow with reproachful eyes. But Betsy was relentless. Aunt Francis must not be frightened. Here, Shep, here, Shep, she called loudly. And when the big dog came bounding to her, she pointed to the calf and said sternly, take him into the barn, drive him into the barn, sir. Shep asked nothing better than this command and charged forward, barking furiously and leaping into the air as though he intended to eat the calf up alive. The two swept across the barnyard and into the lower regions of the barn. In a moment, Shep reappeared, his tongue hanging out, his tail wagging, his eyes glistening, very proud of himself and mounted guard at the door. Aunt Francis hurried along desperately through the gate of the barnyard. As it fell to behind her, she sank down on a rock, breathless, still pale and agitated. Betsy threw her arms around her in a transport of affection. She felt that she understood Aunt Francis as nobody else could, the dear, sweet, gentle, timid aunt.  Oh, Aunt Francis, dear, darling Aunt Francis, she cried. How I wish I could always take care of you. The last of the red and gold leaves were slowly drifting to the ground as Betsy and Uncle Henry drove back from the station after seeing Aunt Francis off. They were not silent this time as when they had gone to meet her. They were talking cheerfully together, laying their plans for the winter, which was so near. I must begin to bank the house tomorrow, used Uncle Henry, and those apples have got to go to the cider mill right off. Don't you want to ride over on top of them, Betsy, and see them made into cider? Oh, my yes, said Betsy, that will be fine. And I must put away Deborah's summer clothes and get cousin Anne to help me make some warm ones if I'm going to take her to school in cold weather. As they drove into the yard, they saw Eleanor coming from the direction of the barn with something big and heavy in her mouth. She held her head as high as she could, but even so, her burden dragged on the ground, bumping softly against the rough places on the path. Look, said Betsy, just see that great rat Eleanor has caught. Uncle Henry squinted at his old eyes toward the cat for a moment and laughed. We're not the only ones that are getting ready for winter, he remarked. Betsy did not know what he meant and climbed hastily over the wheel and ran to sea. As she approached Eleanor, the cat laid her burden down with an air of relief and looked trustfully into her little mistress's face. While it was one of the kittens, Eleanor was bringing it to the house. Oh, of course. They mustn't stay out there in that cold hayloft now the cold weather was drawing near. Betsy picked up the little sprawling thing, trying with weak legs to get around over the rough ground. She carried it carefully toward the house, Eleanor walking sinuously by her side and talking in little singing purring meows to explain her ideas of kitten comfort. Betsy felt that she quite understood her.  Yes, I'll fix it for you. It'll be lovely to have the whole family there and I'll bring the other one in for you. But evidently, Eleanor did not understand little girl talk as well as Betsy understood cat talk. For a little later, as Betsy turned from the nest she was making in the corner behind the stove, Eleanor was missing. And when she ran out toward the barn, she met her again, her head strained painfully back, dragging another fat heavy kitten who curled his pink feet up as high as he could in a vain effort not to have them knock against the stones. Now Eleanor, said Betsy a little put out, you don't trust me enough. I was going to get it all right. Well, said Aunt Abigail as they came into the kitchen, now you must begin to teach them to drink. Goodness, said Betsy, don't they know how to drink already? You try them and see, said Aunt Abigail with a mysterious smile. So when Uncle Henry brought the pales full of fragrant warm milk into the house, Betsy poured out some in a saucer and put the kittens up to it. She and Molly squatted down on their heels to watch and before long they were laughing so that they were rolling on the kitchen floor. At first the kittens looked every way but at the milk, seeming to see everything but what was under their noses. Then Grayken, that was Betsy's, absentmindedly walked right through the saucer emerging with very wet feet and a very much aggrieved and astonished expression.  Then White Bibb, Molly's, put his head down to the saucer. There, mine is smarter than yours, said Molly. But White Bibb went on putting his head down, down, down, clear into the milk nearly up to his eyes, although he looked very frightened and miserable. Then he jerked it up quickly and sneezed and sneezed and sneezed such deliriously funny little baby sneezes.  In the midst of this process she saw the milk and left off to lap it up eagerly and then a jiffy she had drunk every drop and was licking the saucer loudly with her raspy tongue and that was the end of the kittens first lesson. That evening as they sat around the lamp, Eleanor came and got up in Betsy's lap just like old times. Betsy was playing checkers with Uncle Henry and interrupted the game to welcome the cat back delightedly. But Eleanor was uneasy and kept stopping her toilette to prick up her ears and looked restlessly toward the basket where the kittens they curled so closely together that they looked like one soft ball of gray fur. By and by Eleanor jumped down heavily and went back to the basket. She stayed there only a moment, standing over the kittens and licking them convulsively and then she came back and got up in Betsy's lap again. What ails that cat, said cousin Anne, noting this pacing and restlessness. Maybe she wants Betsy to hold her kittens too, suggested Aunt Abigail. Oh, I'd love to, said Betsy, spreading out her knees to make her lap bigger. But I want my own white bib myself, said Molly, looking up from the beads she was stringing. Well, maybe Eleanor would let you settle it that way, said cousin Anne. The little girls ran over to the basket and brought back each her own kitten. Eleanor watched them anxiously, but as soon as they sat down, she jumped up happily into Betsy's lap and curled down close to little Graykin. This time she was completely satisfied and her loud purring filled the room with a peaceable murmur. There, now you're fixed for the winter, said Aunt Abigail. By and by, after cousin Anne had popped some corn, old Shep got off the couch and came to stand by Betsy's knee to get an occasional handful. Eleanor opened one eye, recognized a friend, and shut it sleepily. But the little kitten woke up in terrible alarm to see that hideous monster so near him and prepared to sell his life dearly.  Betsy felt her heart overflow with amusement and pride in the intrepid little morsel. She burst into laughter, but she picked it up and held it lovingly close to her cheek. What fun it was going to be to see those kittens grow up. Old Shep padded back softly to the couch, his toenails clicking on the floor, hoisted himself heavily up and went to sleep. The kitten subsided into a ball again.  After that, Betsy moved the checkers only with her other hand. In the intervals of the game, while Uncle Henry was pondering over his moves, the little girl looked down at her pets and listened absently to the keen, autumnal wind that swept around the old house, shaking the shutters and rattling the windows. A stick of wood in the stove burned in two and fell together with a soft whispering sound. The lamp cast a steady radiance on Uncle Henry bent seriously over the checkerboard, on Molly's blooming round cheeks and bright hair, on Aunt Abigail's rosy, cheerful, wrinkled old face, and on Cousin Ann's quiet, clear dark eyes. That room was full to the brim of something beautiful and Betsy knew what it was. Its name was happiness. End of Chapter 11. End of Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher. Recording by Leanne Howlett.


All right, 4 a.m. We've got our coffee time to rock and roll. Oh, man dirty 3050 K today This is a race up in the Rocky Mountains I think if I remember correctly think about 7 to 8,000 feet of vertical I'll confirm that for you here in a little bit. It's a really hard race so anyway, congrats if you race today, this is a behind-the-scenes vlog Lots of footage from the race, but I'm also going to make another video about basically a highlight reel of the entire day And it's going to be shorter a little more cinematic a little more beautiful So go check it out. It might not be published until later today But when I do publish it, it'll be a card that pops up upper right hand corner And it's just going to be some incredible beauty. I got my camera bag ready to rock and roll so Ryan is picking me up here in about 9 minutes, so I gotta go gotta go wait outside by the window. Come on All right, we made it to the start 50 K going so there's two waves at the dirty 3050 K the 7 a.m. And then the 8 a.m. So 7 a.m. Is about to start and it's time to rock and roll. All right. Come on. Come on 7 a.m. Wave is gone 8 a.m. Wave is gone. And yes in this 8 a.m. Wave. It's Competitive it's a good good prize purse. We'll talk about that later And I'm just excited to be out here because through this injury It's like it's hard. It's just hard to like not be able to run and just even jog at all So coming and connecting with the running family out here helps keep keep those spirits up All right, let's rock and roll I got to go all the way to the other end of the course via shuttles and My boot and hopefully I can make it there in time. Come on. Hi here. We are just met Brian Brian's a fan of the blog There we go, just we're just so we're just geeking out over camera gear waiting for the shuttle We know's why the curtains fly to catch the evening breeze Without you here to keep me warm believe I'd rather free Believe I'd rather free And how long can we walk that line between the sea and sand How long can we buy that time for dreams? We never For dreams we never play When the sky Said the winter time and you cry to see a shadow It's growing long Cross a lot Another song 8 station 3 the runners are crushing it.  I think I got the first place leader here at 8 station 3 But I'm about to move on to that. That's what I'm talking about. What a day at the dirty 3050 K I'm spent man. I am done. I am tired also crazy This is this is basically the first time I've gone through all of my camera batteries I'm on like the last bar of this battery. So I think we're gonna call it there. It was a beautiful day. Ah Score the new hat. Thank you Solomon Solomon is the main sponsor of this race. So anyway, congrats to all the runners beautiful day beautiful smiles true grit out there you guys crushed it and I'm gonna I'm gonna be back. I don't know when I'm gonna race it again, but I will race it again All right, I'm not gonna sign off quite yet, but I was I'm just whoo. I gotta go get some food Shootie. Oh, we made it back safely from the mountains. I'm realizing this hat is really big, but that's all right I still like it and okay for all the new folks on the channel right now Welcome and make sure you hit that subscribe button because I make videos like this all the time And I'm talking like every single day a new running blog That's what I do here on YouTube and I love it and I love making beautiful content for all of you I gotta keep this short because you can probably notice I lost my voice a little bit today screaming and yelling for all the runners It was just so amazing out there at the dirty 30 50k and yes dirty is gonna be the keyword So again for all the new folks we do a keyword every day and a question of the day so you can hit it up Down in the comments. So dirty is the keyword and question of the day Who's raised to 50k or who has aspirations to ever race of 50k? I know we've talked about this in the past, but I'm not and like listen like 50k Is different than 50 miler 100 miler 50k is fast like I know it's hard. It's it's elevation gain It's and oh, yeah, by the way, I looked it up It's this race today has 7200 feet of elevation gain and there is a 12 mile option So if you're interested in getting into ultra running, but you're not quite ready to make that plunge into a 30 mile distance Or 50k there is a 12 mile loop as well. That was all the people wearing a yellow bid today I do believe so anyway, that's the question of the day. I love you guys. Thanks for being here. Thanks for watching and yes a Cinematic recap beautiful highlight reel of all the footage today. We'll be publishing at some point today I don't know when it might be five o'clock. It might be tonight. I don't know. We'll see Did I already say see me work hard love each other


Once everybody Jason for Jasper's case breaks.com our fifth wax party promo break sells out here with this 2021 Pending National Charges football four box case break because he's number five So there's our fifth last party break of NT and our last one potentially. So again full case of NT and Again, everybody's gonna get an opportunity for the wax party since some of those teams that we sold We're from a team random. So everybody's gonna get a shot if you have a little character sign That means you want that from a team random everybody else bought these teams straight So there you go NT So I don't know if this is gonna be our last case on the website. There might be more who knows but Could be at a higher price point or like I said, it could be something there for maybe one box breaks different configuration But this is our last at least for sure pick your team and let's go guys Here we go Rim no met no problem. I have no idea what that was for but No, of course, I think the only way you chat is if you just had to be a subscriber to our page No problem. Oh, this is a nice card right here Rocky Super Bowl immortality for the Steelers 14 out of 25 Steelers that's going to Matt L and then we got a Nick Chubb We have a Derwin James to 49 for the charges Jesse with that one and we got a two-color patch to Davies white to ten for the bills Nick Smith All right, triple relic here for the Chargers. That's Herbert Echler and Mike Williams All right, we got Ian book to 99. All right, here we go guys first autograph hunter long Number to 84 Whoa, nice midnight. Whoo Kind of gain well 16 out of 20 man I've just been hitting all the midnights the hell's going on here. Nice beautiful egos patch there, too Two off the jersey number fly goes fly That's our Richard Johansson We have a Marcus Allen little patch autograph 14 out of 99 Raiders going to Steve Locke and last one here. It looks like NFL gear patch autograph tray Lance 83 out of 99 Two-color patches as well That's going to the 49ers in Corey Solve nice first box. That's one Yeah, I don't know Brian. I have no idea who actually want it and what they plan to do with it I don't know if it was like a high-end collector Or if it was just somebody that just got so lucky You know being in a break or something so I guess I guess I don't know if we'll find out You'd have to assume it is gonna get sold though Feels like to a high-end collector that really wanted to chase that and not sell it then well Can actually stay with him. I guess He or she Well, I'm assuming that was randomized, right? So they all have to to agree to sell it or Or to randomize it. I assume they all agree to sell it though at a 25 camp chancellor and we got a Jamonte Williams They don't want to and had to be sold on whatnot. Well, of course. I'm sure what I would love to have them sell it there Will they be able to clear a freaking million dollar deposit though? If someone wins that like I don't know Can their systems really? Taking a million dollar plus payment. That's gonna be the question. We got Jim Kelly To 99 we have a Tony Dorsett to 99 39 out of 99 Calvus going to hand We have a Josh Allen Sentry one two three four color patch 39 You have to split a Lambo. I don't know how you do that So all of a sudden the day they're gonna give away a Lambo if someone hit a local man triple local man It actually happens. Hmm. Sounds very suspicious, right? Chewbacca Harvard to 49 we have Jabril Cox to 49.  Just a one-of-one printing plate That's gonna go to the Panthers and Justin we have a urban prior or fryer. I should say Patriots Mack Jones true RPA three out of 99 Three color patch as well. That's my second true RPA except the other one was a midnight This is the true true. I guess That's a big card right there guys. That's a monster card Matt who won the Patriots in a team random That is a big card right there And David Smith can go for like 10 grand this Mac Jones is way more than that All right, we saw two boxes. So actually this case had a trey lands and it had a Mac Jones You believe that We have Charles Woodson to 99 and JJ walk All right, we have a heirlooms Plexigal Burris for the Giants. We have Tridavia's white to 25 patch Double Relic Rashad Bateman Sunday Treasures Ravens go to Nico We have a Justin Fields Relic 97 out of 99 That's a bear is going to Kane. All right, we go autograph times Terrence Marshall Jr. 80 or sorry 5 out of 99. That's just NFL Gears patch autograph and No, sorry about the river. I have not hit a cut autograph We have a ratus Tim Brown five of five Steve log of the Raiders and a dual autograph To a tug of I low and Jalen waddle 12 out of 49 What a great three boxes we've had here guys, damn Miami Dolphin that's going to I am and another true RP this time is the hollow silver that is Michael Carter 12 out of 25 Yeah, they usually have random ones. I think Joe one time pulled like Eddie Van Halen It was like right after he passed to All right guys last box here Momma, I think we got a booklet here, right? Josh Allen 11 out of 17 and Andre Reed 14 out of 99 both of the bills next myth two color bats to 99 Christian McCaffrey, I don't know them. We'll see Our three color patch Joe mixin two out of ten Bangles going to Matt, and then we got a Steve young 14 out of 49 You got Davis Mills combo and Nico Collins And actually it's Kellan Mond. Yeah, what's going on buddy? 28 out of 99 That's three quarterbacks in this Minnesota Vikings though, that's gonna go to Nick Smith We have a true RPA Amonra, St. Brown Wow a lot of true RPAs in this case We didn't even get one in the last case Thinking it up one two three color patch at autograph Detroit Lions Steve Locke We have Tony Romo Wow, and that's Jersey number Tony Romo nine out of ten Nice Dallas Cowboys Hand with that one straight up. Yeah, the book is our nice this year Last one here is nausea Harris been it's not gonna be a booklet but 95 and 99 two-color patch and autograph for the Pittsburgh Steelers and It's going to Matt great break for Matt So nausea Harris guys This was a this was a pretty amazing case. You must say Nausea Harris I'm in just on that Tony Romo nine out of ten because he doesn't really sign much Amonra true RPA Right Michael Carter true RPA. Not the biggest that's still true dual autograph to a talk about little Jay Lawando out of five Tim Brown And Let's start getting some of the bigger stuff right here guys check this out You missed it True RPA Mack Jones out of 99 that's that's a big car that pays for a couple of boxes, honestly By a case one of one Terris Marshall true RPA printing plate. I mean, what is this gonna stop? Trayland's gain gear to 99 a Midnight RPA of Canada gain. Well, this is an insane case This bonkers Yeah, super long immortality is really nice So there you go guys. Well, like I said, this was in a pretty pretty massive case. I have to say Midnight Trayland's one-on-one dual true RPA true RPA Nausea and Mack Jones So let's switch scenes now guys and someone's gonna win a wax party promo spot All right, dad. No problem, man. No burrs, baby. All right, so let's switch scenes All right, so again, there's the customer names or everybody gets a shot. Let's roll the dice and Five in a two seven times customer name in everyone gets a wax party promo spot Seven times one two three four five six and Seventh and final time Seven times five two seven customer number one Cory congratulations, buddy. Watch party promo spot optic 14 pack filler got you in So you got the final NT one. I don't know if we're gonna have more NT but That was the last wax party NT that we had on the website So we stuff for wax party promo race left pretty sure Nick's gonna start posting them up And it's probably gonna be some pretty big mixers stuff like that to end up our 150 spots that we're gonna be selling for the wax party So we're almost there guys appreciate everybody Jaspies case breaks calm