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For Ruth had quite decided, from what Aunt Alvirah said, that the girl who had formerly worn the frocks in question was no longer upon earth. Aunt Alvirah returned in a short time with such a pile of pretty colors over her arm that Ruth gasped with delight, she couldn't help it The dresses were all nice ginghams, each of a different color, nicely trimmed and delightfully made.
But the old man evidently expected to be attacked for his wealth at some time although, Aunt Alvirah told her, nobody had ever troubled him in all the years she had lived at the Red Mill. So it was not fear of marauders that kept Ruth so wakeful on this first night under her uncle's roof.
The girls, nor Aunt Alvirah, nor Tom " She broke down again and he could not soothe her. She wept with abandon, and Mr. Hammond was really anxious for her. He went to the door, whistled for one of the boys, and sent for Mrs. Paisley. But Ruth recovered her composure to a degree, at least before the motherly old actress came. "Don't tell anybody! Don't tell anybody!" she sobbed to Mr. Hammond.
Uncle Jabez came with a rush, in his stocking feet, with the heavy shotgun in his hand. "What's up?" he demanded, hoarsely. "I am!" exclaimed Jerry, swinging his legs out of bed, despite the pain it caused him. "Put out that light, Miss Ruth." Aunt Alvirah hobbled in, groaning, "Oh, my back! and oh, my bones!" Uncle Jabez softly raised the sash where the blind was missing.
"He keeps it wonderfully well hidden that flame. He certainly does." Jennie laughed. "Well, why shouldn't he be cautious? See how many times you have been charitable, Ruth, and seen no gratitude in return." "Well!" gasped the girl of the Red Mill, in disgust, "is that what we are to be charitable for? For shame!" "Right you are, my pretty," said Aunt Alvirah.
"Oh, Aunt Alvirah! I thought he was cured of little 'stingies." "No, he ain't! no, he ain't!" cried the old lady, sitting down with a groan. "Oh, my back! and oh, my bones! I tell ye, my pretty, I have to steal out things a'tween meals to Ben sometimes, or that boy wouldn't have half enough to eat.
For the old miller judged everything by a monetary standard. Aunt Alvirah was, of course, very proud of her "pretty" as she called Ruth Fielding. Indeed, all Ruth's friends considered her success in picture-making as only going to show just how smart Ruth Fielding was. But the girl of the Red Mill was far too sensible to have her head turned by such praise.
She wished that Aunt Alvirah could have attended the spelling-bee; but of course her back and her bones precluded her walking so far, and neither of them dared ask Uncle Jabez to hitch up and take them to the schoolhouse in his wagon.
Tom agreed to run down in the machine for his sister's guest at half-past eleven on the day in question, and Ruth hurried her tasks as much as possible so as to be all ready when he appeared in the big drab automobile. She even rose a little earlier, and the way she flew about the kitchen and porch at her usual Saturday morning tasks was, as Aunt Alvirah said, "a caution."
"If I don't get my trunks I'll sue the railroad company." The car arrived before the gate of the cottage. There was the basket of beans just where Ruth and Helen had left them. And Aunt Alvirah came hobbling to the door again, murmuring, "Oh, my back! and oh, my bones!" and quite amazed when she saw Ben come running to help Tom Cameron into the house with the youth from the railroad wreck.
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