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She had come to love old Aunt Alvirah so much, and have such a deep affection and pity for the miserly miller, that the joy of going back to Briarwood was well tempered with remorse. The night before, Uncle Jabez had come to Ruth, when she was alone, and thrust a roll of coin in her hand. "Ye'll want some ter fritter away as us'al, Niece Ruth," he had said in his most snarling tone.
The breakfast was ready to be served and this little woman was pottering about, muttering to herself a continual complaining phrase: "Oh, my back and oh, my bones!" She smiled on Ruth and patted her hand as the girl sat down beside her at the table. "Seems like we'd be lost without our pretty leetle creetur about," said Aunt Alvirah. "I don't see what the old house will do without her."
I am so glad it has come out all right for you," cried the girl of the Red Mill. "And so will all the other girls be when I tell them. And Uncle Jabez and Aunt Alvirah for they are interested in your welfare, too." "You're mighty kind, Miss Ruth," said the backwoods boy, bashfully. "I I'm thinking I've got a lot more to thank you for than I ever can express right proper."
"Every tub ought to stand on its own bottom, as I've allus told ye." When he was gone Aunt Alvirah shook her head sadly. "Ain't much brotherhood of man in Jabez Potter's idees of life," she said. "He says nobody ever helped him get up in the world, so why should he help others?" "Of all things!" exclaimed Ruth, with some warmth.
"Yes; why not?" rejoined Aunt Alvirah. "Have the poor leetle creetur out here, Jabez. She'll be no bother to you. And she kin sleep with Ruthie." "How'll she get up and down stairs?" demanded the miller, quite surprising Ruth and Aunt Alvirah by considering this phase of the matter. "You'll have to open the East bedroom, Alviry."
"Though, landy's sake! I don't know what your Uncle Jabez will say when he comes back from town and finds this boy in the best bed," grumbled Aunt Alvirah, after a bit, when she and Ruth were left alone with Jerry Sheming, and the others had gone on in the car, hurrying so as not to be late for luncheon at Outlook. Dr.
Me and Ben will tend to him!" Ruth could not help being somewhat fearful of the proprietor of the Wild West Show. If the man really made up his mind to make trouble, Ruth hoped that he would not come to the Red Mill. Helen and Jennie drove over to the mill to get Ruth that afternoon, and they planned to take Aunt Alvirah out with them.
Just fancy finding barberries still clinging to the bushes in such quantities this time of the year." "What good are they?" queried Helen, selecting one gingerly and putting it into her mouth. "Oh! Aunt Alvirah makes the loveliest pies of them with huckleberries, you know. Half and half." "Where'll you find huckleberries this time of year?" scoffed Tom. "On the bushes too?"
"Gals ain't content now to sit down after gittin' some schoolin' I kin see thet," sighed Aunt Alvirah. "It warn't so in my day. I never see the beat of 'em for wantin' ter go out inter the worl' an' make a livin' jes' like men." "Hi, Ruth!" "Hey, Ruth!"
It was a heavy, seven passenger machine; but Helen could drive it as well as Tom himself. "And Tommy-boy," she explained as she tucked the robe about Aunt Alvirah before following Ruth into the front seat, "went to town to-day with father." "I hope he will really get down to work now," said Ruth softly, as Helen began to manipulate the levers. "Pooh!" exclaimed Helen carelessly.
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