"We bring our children up to work from the start," added Mr. Emmit, "Then, when they're big, they're not lazy; they keep a-moving like the rest of us."
"Wonderful! truly wonderful!" exclaimed Mrs. Catt, as she beamed on them all.
Betty ate little, so fascinated was she by the new-comer.
"She knows how to 'preciate!" she thought.
Supper over, Betty sidled up to Mrs. Catt and began to ask questions about the East, all of which were answered kindly by the visitor, while she fondled the child's fluffy hair.
"What an intelligent child Betty is!" she said, turning to Mr. Emmit, still holding the child's hand in hers.
Betty flushed with pleasure.
"It ain't good to flatter them," returned Mr. Emmit, rather shortly. "The child's about the same as the average young 'un. A lot too touchy at times, and cries too easy."
"That shows a sweet disposition," returned Mrs. Catt, completely winning Betty's heart, as she drank in the soft phrases with thirsty delight.
After the guest had pleaded fatigue and been shown to the "spare-room," and the children were all snug in their several beds, Mr. and Mrs. Emmit sat talking over the plans and the prospects of Mrs. Catt's campaign in Ephraim.