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"I can learn enough arithmetic to keep your books. I'll try real hard." "I don't know about that," he said, again, eyeing her suspiciously. "The little money I make I kin keep watch of when I'm here to watch it, that is. There ain't no book-keeping necessary in my business. And then there's your Aunt Alviry. She needs you." "Don't you go for to say that, Jabez," interposed the old woman, briskly.
"You'll be cared for here to-night I'll speak to Mr. Potter," said Mr. Cameron. "And in the morning I'll decide what's to be done with you." "Why, Dad! we're going " Tom had begun this speech when his father warned him with a look to be still. "You'll be all right here," pursued Mr. Cameron, cheerfully. "Aunt Alviry and Ruth will look after you. Why! I wouldn't want better nurses if I was sick."
Nor does Alviry Boggs, though she's got to talking a dreadful lot lately about wanting to ride around in an automobile. At her age, too!" "You should own a car, Uncle Jabez," urged Ruth. "Now, stop that! Stop that, Niece Ruth! I won't hear to no such foolishness.
She likewise stared harder and harder at her visitor. "You ain't come from the poor farm, child?" she asked, finally. The flush upon Ruth's cheek and the expression which came into her face told Aunt Alviry that she was wrong there. "Not that you look like poorhouse breed not at all. You're too pretty dressed and you're too well fed. I know what they be there, for I have been there myself.
"Well!" grunted the miller again, but he actually looked somewhat abashed and dropped his gaze to the ledger. "Well, then, Jabez Potter," said the old housekeeper, "you think it over think it over, Jabez. And as sure as my name's Alviry Boggs, if you do think it over, something will come of it!"
Seems to me they ought to be a little heavenly book kep' a-purpose; an' 't wouldn't do no harm ef earthly fathers an' mothers was occasionally allowed to look over it. My brother Bob, him thet likened Miss Alviry to the Queen o' Sheba, always was a sensitive-minded child, an' we all knowed it, too; and yet, we never called him a thing for months after that but Solomon.
A parasol she carried, of white silk, and its fringe was lace, yellowly genuine. I will grant Gallipolis as to her costume, but firmly to Seville or Valladolid I am held by her eyes; castanets, balconies, mantillas, serenades, ambuscades, escapades all these their dark depths guaranteed. "Ain't you afraid to go out alone, Alviry?" queried the Queen-mother anxiously.
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!"
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."
A hand drew aside the curtain that partitioned the car, and a middle-aged, faded woman holding a knife and a half-peeled potato looked in and said: "Alviry, are you right busy?" "I'm reading the home paper, ma. What do you think! that pale, tow-headed Matilda Price got the most votes in the News for the prettiest girl in Gallipo lees." "Shush! She wouldn't of done it if you'd been home, Alviry.
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