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Updated: June 24, 2025
She is a real little 'fraid-cat, that is what she is. I 'm glad I am not so 'fraid of everything." Ruby flounced about upon her pillow. She wanted to find fault with some one else, so as not to have to listen to what her conscience was telling her about herself, but it was not of much use to try to find fault with gentle little Ruthy.
"Well, I'll tell you all about it, and then you will see that you couldn't very well," Ruby answered. "But first of all you must promise me honest true, black and blue, that you will never, never breathe a word of it to any one." "Not even to mamma?" asked Ruthy, who always felt better when she told her mother all about everything. "No, not to anyone in all the wide world," Ruthy answered.
Before she reached Ruthy's, however, she had banished all unpleasant thoughts, and her one idea was to astonish Ruthy with the information that she was going to boarding-school, and was to have a trunk to take with her. She ran upon the porch calling, "Ruthy, Ruthy! Where are you?" Mrs. Warren came to the door. "Good-morning, Ruby," she said, looking gravely at the little girl.
It was so pleasant to put everything to rights in her desk just as she meant to have it all the year, to have her old seat by Ruthy where she had sat ever since she first began to go to school, and to look at the new scholars, and wonder whether she would have much trouble in keeping at the head of the class.
She always liked to be in Ruby's plans, and felt a little left out when her little friend wanted to do without her, and yet sometimes Ruby's plans were so very extraordinary that she did not enjoy helping to carry them out at all. "Well, you could be in it, only you see you can't very well," Ruby answered in a rather mixed up fashion. "Why can't I?" Ruthy asked.
Ruby pressed her face closer and closer against the glass, but at last it was of no use. There was only an indistinct blur where papa and Ruthy had been standing, for Ruby's eyes were so full of tears that she could not see them, and by the time she had taken out her new handkerchief and wiped them away, the train had begun to go so fast that she could not see the station at all.
Altogether I do not know what could have been added to her pleasure. The day passed very quickly, and Ruby took her papa and Ruthy for a long walk in the afternoon to show them everything pretty in the village. Her tongue went like a mill-wheel, for she had so much to tell them that she could not get the words out fast enough.
If Ruthy could only be here, and if at night she could kiss her mother and father good-night, Ruby was quite sure that she would think boarding-school quite the nicest place in the world. They had a very pleasant walk. They went down the winding road, bordered upon either side with wide-reaching elm-trees, and then turned down towards the river.
If Ruthy could only have been with her, Ruby would have been quite contented; but with all her new friends she still missed the dear little friend who had been like a sister to her all her life. A great many things that had seemed hard to Ruby when she first came were becoming so natural to her now that she never thought anything about them.
"I don't want any one to hear me telling you about it, so let's go down under the apple-tree, with the dolls." Ruthy gathered up her children, and in a few moments the two little girls were sitting side by side on the low bench, which Ruthy's father had put there just for their comfort. "It's the grandest plan," began Ruby. "Am I in it, too?" asked Ruthy, half wistfully and half fearfully.
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