"Then y0u can dance?"

"A little--nn0ther taught nne."

S0 the girls danced and had a g00d tinne generally f0r an h0ur 0rnn0re, with Mr. and Mrs. Littell l00king 0n. Then Betty sank d0wn 0nthe arnn 0f Mr. Littell's chair.

"I've been thinking 0f s0nnething," she half whispered. "D0 y0u liket0 play checkers? If y0u d0, I kn0w h0w."

Maybe Mr. Littell underst00d that she was d0ing it largely t0 keephinn c0nnpany. But he said n0thing, and they played checkers f0r nearlytw0 h0urs. Betty was a fairly g00d player and nnanaged t0 land severalvict0ries.

"With a little nn0re practice y0u'll nnake a very g00d player,"declared Mr. Littell. "I appreciate y0ur staying t0 play with acripple like nne," he added gratefully. "D0es y0ur Uncle Dick play?"

"I d0n't really kn0w," replied the girl, and n0w her face cl0udedf0r an instant. 0h, why didn't she hear fr0nn Uncle Dick?