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Updated: June 22, 2025
I prized highly the distinction of Breckenridge Sewall's attentions, but marry him of course I wouldn't! Breck's attentions continued spasmodically for over two years. It took some skill to be seen with him frequently, to accept just the right portion of his tokens of regard, to keep him interested, and yet remain absolutely free and uninvolved.
Well-mannered thoughts didn't jump to foolish conclusions. Breck would probably explain the situation to me. I must wait with calmness and composure. And I did, all the next day, and the next, and the third, until finally there arrived one of Breck's infrequent scrawls. The envelope was post-marked Maine. I opened it, and read: "DEAR RUTH: "I am crazy to see you. It seems like a week of Sundays.
And I went straight into the house and upstairs to my room, knelt down before my bureau and drew out a blue velvet box. Breck's ring was inside. Just as I was stealing down the stairs again, ever-on-the-guard, Edith appeared in the hall in her nightdress. "What are you after?" she asked. For answer I held out the box toward her. She came down two or three of the stairs.
Besides, we've got agreements. If they fire us they've got to divvy up grub to last us through the winter." Barely had they shoved Breck's boat out from the bank and caught the first rough water, when the waves began to lap aboard. They were small waves, but it was an earnest of what was to come.
Then there are dopes to be rubbed over the face, neck, and hands. The three said to be the best are Nessmuk's Dope, Breck's Dope, and H. P. Wells's Bug-Juice. There is also a Rexall preparation which, I am told, is good while it stays on, but will wash off with perspiration. =Smudges=
Edith's Arrow, Pierre, and Blue-grass had won some sort of a ribbon for the last half-dozen years. I usually rode Blue-grass for Edith in the jumping event. I was to do so on the afternoon that Breck's letter arrived. It was a perfect day. The grand-stand with its temporary boxes that always sell at absurdly high prices was filled with the summer society, dressed in its gayest and best.
I used to feel apologetic for Breck's letters, and tear them up as quickly as possible, before any one could see how crude and ill-spelled they were. But I wasn't troubled about such details in this letter. It brought immense relief. Breck was so natural and so obviously unaware of trouble brewing at home. Surely, I needn't be alarmed.
As I sat contemplating for a moment the bright and brilliant picture of myself as Breck's wife, favored by Mrs. Sewall, envied, admired by my family, homaged by the world, the real mistress of this magnificent house, I asked myself if perhaps fate, now that I had left it to its own resources in regard to Breck, did not come offering this prize as just reward.
This, as everybody knows, is irregular, and as bad form as leaving your spoon in your cup. No wonder I got into difficulty! My prospective family-in-law consisted simply of Breck's mother, Mrs.
Sewall's disapproval; to hold her son's affection; and to marry him some day, with her sanction, too, just exactly as I had planned. I tried and I failed. The very fact that I could hold Breck's affection hastened my defeat that and my lacerated pride. I met him one day when I was out walking with Dandy, not far from the very spot where once he had begged me to ride with him in his automobile.
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