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"It most makes me 'fraid," said she to herself: "Ruthie's a big woman, I's a little woman. When I's the biggest I'll put Ruthie in my sink." Very much comforted by this resolve, she dried her eyes and began to look about her for more housework. "Let's me see; I'll pump a bushel o' water."
"O, yes, mother; Ruthie's good, and Annie isn't. It was queer for me to forget that!" "I should think it was, Susy, since it is the only thing of much importance, after all. Now, it seems to me you are very ready to cast off your friends when their manners offend you. How would you like it to be treated in the same way? Suppose Mrs. Turner and Ruthie should be talking together this very minute.
Why don't you own up that Ruthie's more good to you than a dozen boys would be?" "She ain't!" snarled the old man. At that moment there appeared upon the farmhouse porch a little, bent old woman who hailed them in a shrill, sweet voice: "What's the matter, gals? What's the matter, Jabez? Ain't nothin' broke down, hez there?" "No, Aunt Alvirah," laughed Ruth.
"Well," repeated Aunt Alvirah, still speaking quietly but earnestly. "You know it ain't my way to interfere in your affairs, Jabez. But right is right. It was you lost Ruthie's trunk. I never knew ye ter be dishonest " "What's that?" gasped Mr. Potter, the red mantling his gray cheek dully. "I never knew ye ter do a dishonest thing afore, Jabez," pursued Aunt Alvirah, with her voice shaking now.
"Helen Cam'ron wouldn't have been called on to give Ruthie her frocks which she only wore last year, and outgrew, if you hadn't lost Ruthie's trunk. Ye know that, Jabez," urged Aunt Alvirah. "I s'pose I'm never to hear the last of that!" stormed the miller. "You are still to hear the first word from Ruthie about it, Jabez," admonished his housekeeper. "Well!"
The water kep' a comin' and a comin'." "Yes, you little naughty girl, and you kept pumping and pumping." "I'm isn't little naughty goorl," thought Katie, indignantly; "but Ruthie's naughty goorl, and Hollis velly naughty goorl." "O, here you are, you little Hop-o'-my-thumb," said Mrs. Clifford, coming into the pantry; "a baby with a cough in her throat and pills in her pocket musn't get wet."
"You know Ruthie's Popocatepetl, Neale you know you do." "But a thing with feathers, roosting in a tree, must be some kind of a fowl yes?" asked Neale, with gravity. "It's a cat-bird," announced Agnes. The younger girls could not see any fun in the situation.
"Suppose one of those German subs shelled the movie camp back there on Beach Plum Point!" "They would likely spoil a perfectly good picture, then," said Helen practically. "Think of Ruthie's 'Seaside Idyl!. "Oh, say!" Helen went on. "They tell me that old hermit has submitted a story in the contest. What do you suppose it is like, Ruth?" The girl of the Red Mill was sitting beside Aunt Kate.
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