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"You do?" sneered he. "And then what? I've got to think of Ruthie." He snatched the bundle from her hand. "Come on! I must do all I can to keep the disgrace to my family down. As for you, you don't deserve anything but the gutter, where you'd sink if I left you. Your aunt's right. You're rotten. You were born rotten. You're your mother's own brat." "Yes, I am," she cried. "And I'm proud of it!"

Ruth Fielding stood up suddenly in the car and shrieked to him: "Come here! This way! Roberto!" "My goodness! is he a friend of yours, Ruthie?" gasped Tom Cameron. "He's the Gypsy boy that saved Uncle Jabez," returned Ruth, in a breath. "Take him aboard do!" urged Helen. "That awful dog " Roberto had heard and leaped for the running-board of the car. Tom switched on the power.

You honestly suppose that standing up in church and having your name read off constitutes Christianity! Don't do it, Ruthie; you have never been a hypocrite, and I have always honored you because you were not. If this is all the religion you can find, go without it forever and ever, for I tell you there is not a single bit in it."

McKrigger had told her about Farrington and the petition, "d'ye think you an' Ruthie will mind if me an' Sammy go into the shore this afternoon with old Queen?" "Why no, dear," was the reply. "But don't ye think the roads are too bad, an' besides, what are ye thinkin' of?" "I don't mind the roads, John. They're purty well smashed down by now, an' Queen's very stidy.

Hammond hurried him in a motor-car to Clearwater, and there, before the moving picture company returned, he was tried and sent to the State penitentiary. The great scene had to be taken over again a costly and nerve-racking experience. Like Ruth herself, Helen and Jennie were glad now when the work was finished and they could head for the railroad. "Guess you were right, Ruthie," agreed Jennie.

"Why are you so anxious to go to-morrow?" "Oh, Mother! Never mind about my things. And I am sure Farmer Withely will take me," urged Ruth. "But do you think it will be quite fair to Aunt Clara?" said Mrs. Pennell gravely. "You know there are many things you can do to help her until I am on my feet again. Be patient, Ruthie. You shall go to Barren Hill as soon as it is possible."

The seven ahead of her managed to tramp quite a smooth track through the snow, and once or twice she slipped in stepping in their footprints. "Look out back there, Ruthie!" called Tom, from the lead. "The snow must have got balled on your boots. Knock it off " His speech was halted by a startled cry from Ruth. She felt herself going and threw out both hands to say her sudden slide.

"I wish that fellow hadn't run away with tiy rifle. But you couldn't help it, Ruth." "He certainly is a bad boy," declared the girl. "Yet somehow I am sorry for him. He must be all alone in these woods. Something will happen to him." "Never mind. We can forgive him, and hope that he'll pull through all right, after he saved you, Ruthie," Tom said. "Come on, now, Bobbins.

She did not whisper the intimate details of her honeymoon to other young married women; she did not run about quaintly and tinily telling her difficulties with household work. When a purring, baby-talking acquaintance gurgled: "How did the Ruthie bride spend her morning? Did she cook some little dainty for her husband? Nothing bourgeois, I'm sure!" in reply Ruth pleasantly observed: "Not a chance.

Winifred was quite ready to change her seat as Betty suggested, but Annette's hand clasped her arm, and it was Annette who answered: "Winnie would rather sit here, beside me." "All right," responded Betty. "Then I'll have Ruthie for my helper. I can always depend on you, Ruth, can't I?" she added, smiling at her young friend.