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"But you'll have to go and you'll be willing enough, too, when I tell you that it's to see Miss Ruth Dotropy you are going." "What! the angel?" "Yes, she's here just now, and wants to see you very much, and made me promise to send you to her the moment you came home. So, off you go! She lives with her mother in the old place, you know." "All right, I know. Farewell, mother."
"But, mother," resumed Ruth, "I want you to go with me to-day to visit some poor people who are not troublesome, who are perfectly clean, are never ill-natured, suspect nothing, and envy nobody." "They must indeed be wonderful people," said Mrs Dotropy, with a laugh at Ruth's enthusiasm, "quite angelic."
They tripped it if we may say so on light fantastic toe, though with something of unseemly haste. Ruth being young and active reached the door first, and, as before, went with a rebounding bang against it. The anxious Mrs Dotropy had been for some time on the watch. She opened the door. "Ruth!" "Mamma!"
In a few hours he found himself in the bewildering streets, inquiring his way to the great square in the West End where Mrs Dotropy dwelt. The first person of whom he made inquiry was a street boy, and, while he was speaking, the city Arab regarded the provincial boy's innocent face for it was a peculiarly innocent face when in repose with a look of mingled curiosity and cunning.
I should think I does," said the boy, emphatically, "if I was to live as long as Meethusilim I'd never forget Miss Dotropy." "Well," continued Mrs Bright, "she wrote and asked Joe Davidson's wife to send her a fisher-boy to London for a day or two, and she'd pay his railway fare up an' back, and all his expenses. What ever Miss Ruth wants to do with him I don't know, nor any one else.
Liffie was left on guard with strict injunctions to stand inside, hold tight to the door-handle, let in the returning sisters, and then slam the door in the face of all the world beside. A run was now made for the Dotropy residence. We could not call it a rush, for the three ladies were too light and elegant in form to proceed in such a manner.
"Yes, ma'am, an' I knows where liars don't go to," returned Billy, looking up with pious resignation, whereat the Miss Seawards and Ruth burst into a laugh. It must not be supposed that Billy meant to be profane, but he had taken a dislike to Mrs Dotropy, and did not choose to be patronised by her.
There is no question that he was right, yet he would have denied the fact and fought any one else who should have ventured so to address him. The evening was beginning to grow dark as he turned down one of the narrow and lonely rows. Now, it so happened that this was one of the rows through which Ruth Dotropy had to pass on her way home.
Inquiring his way thereafter of several policemen who were, as he afterwards related to admiring friends, as thick in London as bloaters in Yarmouth he found himself in front of the Dotropy residence. "Yes, my little man," said the footman who opened the door of the West End mansion, "Miss Ruth is at 'ome, and 'as been expecting you. Come this way."
Thus, one by one, the cases of those poor ones were considered until all Ruth's money was apportioned, and Mrs Dotropy had become so much interested, that she added a sovereign to the fund, for the express benefit of Bella Tilly. Thereafter, Ruth and her mother departed, leaving the list and the pile of money on the table, for the sisters had undertaken to distribute the fund.
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