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radiance on Uncle Henry bent seriously over the checker-board, 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.
THE END.
