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They fought on with true feminine courage until the captain tried the effect of deep dejection and innocent submission, when their tender hearts could stand out no longer, and, hauling down their colours, they finally agreed to become librarians and accompany their lodger to Yarmouth. Then the captain left them to report the victory to his commodore, Ruth Dotropy.
"They are as nearly so as mortals ever become, I think," returned Ruth, putting on her hat; "won't you come, mother?" Now, Mrs Dotropy had the faculty of giving in gracefully, although she could not argue. Rising with an amused smile, she kissed Ruth's forehead and went to prepare for a visit to the poor.
"Because I may be all wrong, and when I find out that I'm right if I find out that I'm right then you shall know all about it." "And there's that chest, too, that the captain sent here for us to take care of when he left town," continued Mrs Dotropy, "you make quite a mystery about that too, for I see that you know something about it.
It was headed by Captain Bream and his sister Mrs Bright. In the same carriage were Mrs Dotropy, the Miss Seawards, and Mrs Joe Davidson and her baby. It was a big old-fashioned carriage capable of holding six inside, and Billy Bright "swarmed" upon the dickey.
The particular mansion to which we now direct attention belonged to a certain Mrs Dotropy, whose husband's ancestors, by the way, were said to have come over with the Conqueror whether in his own ship or in one of the bumboats that followed is not certain.
"You know well enough that Captain Bream has had a long and severe illness, and could not stand anything in the nature of a shock in his present state." "Yes, mother, but they say that joy never kills, and if " "Who says?" interrupted Mrs Dotropy; "who are `they' who say so many stupid things that every one seems bound to believe? Joy does kill, sometimes.
"Ruth!" exclaimed Mrs Dotropy, sharply, with a keen gaze into her daughter's countenance, "you are in love with Mr Dalton!" "No, mother, I am not," replied Ruth, with a decision of tone, and a sudden flash of the mild sweet eyes, that revealed a little of the old spirit of the De Tropys. "Surely I may be permitted to admire a brave man without the charge of being in love with him!"
We will not dwell on the painful scene. In the midst of it, Ruth Dotropy glided in like an angel of light, and, kneeling quietly by the widow's side, sobbed as if the loss had been her own. Poor Ruth! She did not know how to set about comforting one in such overwhelming grief. Perhaps it was as well that she did not "try," for certainly, in time, she succeeded.
When master and mate were alone together in the cabin, each read to the other his letter. My reason for writing just now is to tell you about that dear sweet creature, Miss Ruth Dotropy. But women's minds will run on ribbons an' suchlike. Well, after yawin' about for a bit, she comes back to the pint, an' steers a straight course again.
"I can't think whatever Miss Ruth Dotropy is so curious about me for, she's bin at me again," said Mrs Bright to Mrs Davidson, who was busy with her needle on some part of the costume of her "blessed babby," which lay, like an angel, in its little crib behind the door. "P'r'aps it's all along of her bein' so interested in you," replied pretty Mrs Davidson.
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