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An' you'll let this pore boy rest an' git well here before he has to go out an' hunt a job for hisself. For my pretty, here, tells me he ain't got no home nor no friends." "Uh-huh!" grunted Uncle Jabez, and stumped away to the mill, fairly beaten for the time. "He grumbles and grunts," observed Aunt Alvirah, shaking her head as she turned to her work again.
"Nothing has happened at home? Uncle Jabez Aunt Alvirah ?" "Nothing is wrong with them at all, my dear," declared the lady, kindly. "It is Mr. Cameron. He wants you to come to New York at once. Here is transportation for you. He will meet your train at the Grand Central Station." "Mrs. Parsons' necklace!" gasped Ruth. "He says something about that yes," said Mrs. Tellingham.
If Uncle Jabez had taken to heart anything that Aunt Alvirah had said, he did not show it. He was as moody as ever and spoke no more to Ruth than before. But once or twice the girl found him looking at her with a puzzled frown which she did not understand. On Saturday, however, at dinner, Mr. Potter said: "Alviry, if the gal has got her work done she can go to town with me this afternoon."
We were going on quite smooth and pleasant for a fac'. And now Oh, my back! and oh, my bones!" and thus groaningly Aunt Alvirah finished her quite unusual complaint, for with all her aches and pains she was naturally a cheerful body.
She always had a kiss for the little old woman who thought her, next to Ruth, the finest girl who ever lived. "You're always a sight for anyone to look on with pleasure, Helen Cameron," said Aunt Alvirah. "And you're mighty smart in that long coat and cap." "And do you put on your coat and bonnet, Aunty," cried Helen, patting her wrinkled cheek. "I've come to take you for a spin. And Ruth, too."
Aunt Alvirah was going farther from the Red Mill and the town of Cheslow than she had ever been in her life before. First she said she could not possibly do it! What ever would Jabez do without her? And he would not hear to it, anyway. And then there was "her back and her bones." "Best place for old folks like me is in the chimbly corner," declared Aunt Alvirah.
Under the niggard care of miserly old Jabez Potter, the miller, her great uncle, tempered by the loving kindness of Aunt Alvirah Boggs, the miller's housekeeper, Ruth's prospects had been poor indeed. But Providence moves in mysterious ways. Seemingly unexpected chances had broadened Ruth's outlook on life and given her advantages that few girls in her sphere secure.
"What is ridiculous?" asked Helen, looking back with a smile at the little old woman while Ruth opened the door and leaped out to the side of the road nearest the river. "Why, where are your eyes, Helen Cameron?" demanded Aunt Alvirah. "There's that scarecrow now. That feller is a-running away with it!" Helen flashed another look along the road.
The girl held her uncle high in her arms and looked all about. Nobody was at the store landing. Nobody was behind on the other shore of the river and she was glad that Aunt Alvirah and Mercy had not seen the accident, for neither of them could have helped in this predicament. Yes! there was the repeated shout and nearer. Ruth's eyes turned to the north shore of the Lumano again.
This possibility, together with the loss of the cash-box, made him even Aunt Alvirah admitted "like a dog with a sore head." Nevertheless Ruth determined to speak to him about the school. She chose an evening when the kitchen was particularly bright and homelike and her uncle had eaten his supper as though he very much enjoyed it.
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