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I told him you'd tell him that no clean, sweet-minded girl ever had known nor ever would know what love means to a man 'til he marries her and teaches her. Ain't it so, Doc?" "It certainly is." "Then will you grind it into him, clean to the marrer, and will you send these letters on to Ruthie?" "Most certainly I will," said the doctor emphatically. Granny opened the door and walked out.
"Nobody supposed them frocks would be reckernized least of all Helen. She meant it kindly, Ruthie. It was kindly meant," "I wish I'd worn my old black dress to rags!" cried Ruth, who was too hurt to be sensible or just. "I suppose Helen meant it kindly. And you did what you thought was right, Auntie. But all the girls have turned up their noses at me "
"Ye don't understand yer uncle's nater like I do, Ruthie. You bein' his charge has been the salvation of him yes, it has! Don't worry when he gives ye money; it's all thet keeps his old heart from freezin' right up solid." Now the Cameron automobile was at the gate, and Helen and Tom were calling to Ruth to hurry. Ben had taken her trunk to the Cheslow station the day before. "Uncle!
First it was Ruth singing one of her pretty love songs in that clear small voice of hers. Then Sam played and sang how his voice thrilled her! Again it was Ruthie singing "Sweet Dream Faces" Susan began to sob afresh. She could see Ruth at the piano, how beautiful she looked and that song it would be impossible for him not to be impressed.
I can see the camera-man off at one side, turning the crank." "Cracky!" exclaimed Tom, grinning, "I thought that was a fellow with a hand-organ, and I was looking for the monkey." "Monkey, yourself," cried his sister, gaily. "Didn't know but that he was playing for those 'crazy creeters' as your Aunt Alvirah would call them, Ruthie to dance by," went on Tom. "Come on!
"If yo' lets me 'spressify maself," said Uncle Rufus, slowly, "I'd say dat mebbe I could put him in one oh de hen runs. We don't need 'em both jest now." "Goody!" cried Tess and Dot, clapping their hands. "Let's, Ruthie!" The older sister's doubts were overborne. She agreed to the proposal, while Agnes said: "We might as well have a goat. We have a pig 'most every day. That pig of Mr.
Of course that isn't so," concluded Tess. "When was it discovered?" asked Ruth. "Oh, I know! I know!" cried Dot, perilously balancing a spoonful of mush and milk on the way to her mouth, in midair. "It was in 1492 at Thanksgiving time, and the Pilgrim Fathers found it first. So they called it Plymouth Rock and you've got some of their hens in your hen-yard, Ruthie."
"My dear child, politeness alone has kept me from naming the full extent of my wait. If you please, sir," he turned to Dick, "she was in the clutches of a beggar who obtained twenty-five dollars by a most extraordinary yarn." "Twenty-five dollars!" Dick whistled, smiling at the flush that crept up to the gray eyes. "Was it an aged father this time or a hungry brood of motherless waifs, Ruthie?"
"You're a good planner, Ruthie, but I hardly think you'll be obliged to go out as a cook just yet. I am sorry to disappoint you, but I really can't say that I have lost any money." "Well, then, please tell me all about it, and I'll listen very quietly," said Ruth perching herself on the arm of the big chair. "It's just this, little daughter," answered Mr.
Exertion had fought this deadly coldness off; but Ruth Fielding knew that their present inaction was beckoning the approach of unconsciousness. Helen had drawn close to her chum and they sat upon the pile of leaves that had blown into this lair under the bank, with their arms about each other's waists. "What do you suppose will become of us, Ruthie?" Helen whispered. "Why, how can we tell?
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