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"Then we'll take Betty White," said they.

Partly because of this faculty, people flocked to Betty with their 

problems and troubles. She gave them tea—and radiated; and sympathized 

with them in her way, which was not at all a coddling way, but as bracing 

as a frosty morning. She seemed almost to avoid feeding them specific 

advice; and they went away a little puzzled over why they felt so much 

better about things. Not that she had no specific advice, when it was really 

appropriate. Nor that she lacked the moral courage to speak out in meeting 

when—rarely—an almost brutal bluntness would really do some good.

Three days after she had died a man took me aside.

"I want to tell you something," said he. "Do you remember, a number of 

years ago, how intolerant I was of people? About little things, I mean?"

"I certainly do," I agreed.

"And perhaps you noticed that all at once I quit?" 

"I certainly did," said I. "Everybody did."

"Well, one evening, after I'd been holding forth about so-and-so's 

lipstick, and what's-her-name's swank and a lot of my usual guff, Betty 

took me off in a corner. 'See here, Jim!' said she—and I'll never forget 

how she looked me in the eye—'you are just about the poorest sportsman I 

know.' " He chuckled ruefully. "That put me back on my heels," said he.

I could well imagine it, for Jim in his day had been a fine amateur 

athlete, and in sports had always held—

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