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Updated: June 14, 2025
And there was one topic she longed to address him upon very much indeed. She wanted to go to school. She had always been quick at her books, and had stood well in the graded school of Darrowtown. There was a schoolhouse up the road from the Red Mill not half a mile away; this district school was a very good one and the teacher had called on Aunt Alvirah and Ruth liked her very much.
Thus groaning and halting, Aunt Alvirah came to Ruth's door and pushed it open. "Oh, deary, deary, me!" she whispered, limping into the room. "Don't-ee cry no more, poor lamb. Old Aunt Alviry knows jest how it hurts she wishes she could bear it for ye! Now, now, my pretty creetur don't-ee take on so. Things will turn out all right yet. Don't lose hope."
"Poor dear!" said Ruth. "Don't the new medicine do any good?" "Lawsy me, child! I've drenched myself with doctor's stuff till I'm ashamed to look a medicine bottle in the face. My worn out old carcass can't be helped much by any drugs at all. I guess, as my poor old mother used to say, the only sure cure for rheumatics is graveyard mould." "Oh, Aunt Alvirah!"
This very day, on coming home from school, Ruth had met Doctor Davison coming away from the Red Mill. She thought the red and white mare, that was so spirited and handsome, had been tied to the post in front of the kitchen door, and that the physician must have called upon Aunt Alvirah.
Truly, however, she had been through too many exciting events to be long overcome by this one. Many queer experiences and perilous adventures had come into Ruth Fielding's life since the time when, as an orphan of twelve years, she had come to the Red Mill, just outside the town of Cheslow, to live with her Great Uncle Jabez and his queer little old housekeeper, Aunt Alvirah.
"I know I know," admitted Aunt Alvirah. "But it's hard on Jabez. He was givin' you the best eddication he could " "Grumblingly enough, I am sure!" interposed Ruth, with a pout. She could speak plainly to the little old woman, for Aunt Alvirah knew. "Surely surely," agreed the old lady. "But it did him good, jest the same. Even if he only spent money on ye for fear of what the neighbors would say.
You you are all alone in the world, child?" "All alone save for Uncle Jabez." She had come near to the old woman again. As she dropped quietly on her knees Aunt Alviry gathered her head close to her bosom; but Ruth did not weep any more. She only said: "I know I shall love you very, very much, dear Aunt Alvirah. And I hope I shall help your back and your bones a great deal, too!"
Often some of the girls who did not know her very well laughed because she carried books belonging to the primary grade. Ann Hicks had many studies to make up that her mates had been drilled in while they were in the lower classes. She had been initiated into the meaning of "boxes from home." Even Aunt Alvirah had sent a box to Ruth, filled with choicest homemade dainties.
"Ain't you got nothin' to wear to school?" he said. "It's dress; is it? Beginning that trouble airly; ain't ye?" He seemed to be quite cross again, and the girl looked at him in surprise. "Dear Uncle! You will get the trunk from the station, won't you?" "No I won't," he said. "Because why? Because I can't." "You can't?" she gasped, and even Aunt Alvirah looked startled. "That's what I said."
The fresh young voices chanting "One Wide River to Cross" floated across to the ears of the party from the Red Mill, and Aunt Alvirah began to hum the song in her cracked, sweet treble. The automobile party followed the smaller girls along the wide walk of the campus. There was the new West Dormitory, quite completed on the outside, and sufficiently so inside for the seniors to occupy rooms.
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