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It seemed to Ruth that it was a secret which she could confide only to one person: to Lafayette himself. "May I go to Barren Hill to-morrow, Mother, dear?" she asked earnestly, as she bade her mother good-night. "Why, Ruthie! Of course not! Your things are not ready, and we have not sent Aunt Deborah word to have Farmer Withely call for you," replied her mother in surprise.
"Dear old Tom!" exclaimed Helen. "Nice of him to call us 'Sweetbriars'; isn't it? I guess there's a good many thorns on this 'sweetbriar'; 'eh, Ruthie?" and she hugged and kissed her chum with sudden fierceness. "And Tom says he can get permission to come over and see me some Saturday afternoon if Mrs. Tellingham will allow it.
Her movements were followed perhaps a little enviously by the gaze of the lame girl. "How quick you are, Ruthie," she said. When Ruth Fielding looked down upon Mercy Curtis, her smile started an answering one upon the lame girl's thin face. "Quick on my feet, dearie," said Ruth. "But you have so much quicker a mind."
She had loved this old lady with a sort of pitying, patronizing love, realizing even very early in her life that she, herself, had more self-reliance, more executive ability, in her little finger, than was spread all over the placid lady who early learned that "Ruthie" was to do precisely as she pleased.
"See here," Tom Cameron said when they were alone together. "I can see very well, Ruthie, that you are even more enamored of your profession than you were before I left for Europe. How long is this going to last?" "How long is what going to last?" she asked him, her frank gaze finding his. "You know what I mean," said the young man boyishly. "Gee, Ruth! the war is over. You know what I want.
The big sleigh in which were Helen and the other girls swept into the clearing in advance and Ruth's chum led the chorus addressed vociferously to the girl from Red Mill. "Oh, Ruthie!" "The lost is found!" "And she got here first wasn't that cute of her?" "Oh, do tell us all about it, Ruth," cried Lluella Fairfax. "However could you scare us so, Ruthie?" cried Jennie Stone, the heavyweight.
"Why grandfather!" she chided, "Bel is the finest dog you ever knew, he is my best friend here. By the hour he has protected me, and he is gentle as a kitten. He's crazy over my coming home." She knelt on the floor, put her arms around the dog's neck, and the delighted brute quivered with the joy of her caress and the sound of her loved voice. "Ruthie!" cautioned the gentle lady.
She could not control herself for the moment. Against Tom Cameron's uniformed shoulder she sobbed frankly. His arm stole around her. "Don't take on so, Ruthie," he urged. "Of course we'll find it all. Wait till this rain stops " "It never blew away, Tom," she said. "Why, of course it did!" "No. The sheets of typewritten manuscript were fastened together with a big brass clip.
There is certainly a good chance for mine, if so many are needed every week. I shall have to go right to work at it. What if I should write one, Ruth, and what if it should take, and all the millions of Sunday-schools want it at once! Just as likely as not. I am a genius. They never know it until afterward. I shall certainly put you in, Ruthie, in some form.
After Miss Titus had started home after a particularly gossipy day at the old Corner House, Dot said: "Ruthie, don't you think Miss Titus seems to know an awful lot of un-so news?" However, to come to the important Friday of Carrie Poole's party: Ruth and Agnes were finally dressed. They only looked at their supper. Who wanted to eat just before going to a real, country barn-dance?
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