"That sounds all right, Auntie Sue," returned Brian. "But who, pray
tell, is Betty Jo?"
"Betty Jo is,"--Auntie Sue paused and laughed with a suggestion of
embarrassed confusion,--"Betty Jo is--just Betty Jo, Brian," she
finished.
Brian laughed now. "Fine, Auntie Sue! That describes her exactly,--tells
me her life's history and gives me a detailed account of her
family,--ancestors and all."
"It describes her with more accuracy than you think," retorted Auntie
Sue, smiling in return at his teasing manner.
"I reckon as how she's got more of er name than that, ain't she?" said
Judy, who was a silent, but intensely interested, listener. "I've
allus took notice that folks with funny names'll stand a right smart of
watchin'."
Brian and Auntie Sue laughed together at this, but the old lady said,
with a show of spirit: "Judy! You know nothing about it! You never even
saw Betty Jo! You shouldn't say such things, child."
"Might as well say 'em as ter think 'em, I reckon," Judy returned, her
beady-black eyes stealthily watching Brian.
"What is your Betty Jo's real name, Auntie Sue?" asked Brian, curiously.
Again Auntie Sue seemed to hesitate; then--"Her name is Miss Betty Jo
Williams," and as she spoke the old teacher looked straight at Brian.
"A perfectly good name," Brian returned; "but I never heard of her
before.
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