Betty I ain’t! Lloyd Lloyd You air, too, to me. Better’n an angel! I’ll put this flower in yer hair— Betty Betty No. Lloyd Lloyd ’S like a star. Betty Betty No, no. Whur’d you git it at? Lloyd (puzzled) Lloyd Why, here. Betty (strangely) Betty Under the leaves. It growed up through the dead leaves. I don’t like it—
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