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I had no claim upon the kind friends who helped me when he died," pursued Ruth, bravely. "They wrote to Uncle Jabez and he he said I could come and live with him and Aunt Alvirah Boggs." In a flash the twinkle came back into his eyes, and he nodded again. "Ah, yes! Aunt Alviry," he said, giving the name its old-fashioned, homely pronunciation.
He spoke as though she would love Aunt Alviry, and Ruth had left so many kind friends behind her in Darrowtown that she was glad to be assured that somebody in the new home where she was going would be kind, too. But Miss True was poor; most of the Darrowtown friends had been poor people. Ruth had felt that she could not remain a burden on them.
I never see a chicken took with the gapes but I think o' Abram Skenk. Yes, Mr. Ajax, my daughters was all born here, 'ceptin' Alviry. She was born in Massachusetts. It did make a difference to the child. As a little girl she kep' herself to herself. And though I'd rather cut out my tongue than say a single word against Laban Swiggart, I do feel that he'd no business to pick the best in the basket.
On the very next day, when Ruth came home from school, she found the little old lady in a flutter of excitement. "Now, Ruthie," she whispered, "you mustn't ask too many questions, and I'll surely tell ye a gre't secret, child." "It must be something very nice, Aunt Alviry, or you'd never be like this. What is it?" "Now Ruthie, you mustn't ask too many questions, I tell you.
I see I shell hev no peace till I let ye try it. Ef we don't git back fer supper, don't blame me, Alviry." The miller disappeared in the gathering gloom of the mill. Soon the jarring of the structure and the hum of the stones grew slower slower slower, and finally the machinery was altogether still. Ruth had run for her hat.
Says he suspects you're an old friend of Doc. Coombe's folks went to college with the doctor, mebby. Says that likely Alviry will have you next time she gets a stroke." "Tempting as the prospect is, boy, I fear ..." "Oh, dang it! There's the bell again."
But the face of the old lady seemed, to the lonely, tear-filled girl, almost the gentlest, sweetest face she had ever seen, as it slowly smiled upon her. Aunt Alviry's welcome was like the daybreak. "Bless us and save us!" ejaculated she, rising upright by degrees with her hand upon the back she had been apostrophizing. "If here isn't a pretty little creeter come to see her Aunt Alviry.
"I'm going to ask Aunt Alviry for you," went on Helen, and skipped away to find the little old woman who, despite the drawback of "her back and her bones" was a very neat and particular housekeeper. She was back in a few moments. "She says you can go, just as soon as you get the butter made.
"Yes; why not?" rejoined Aunt Alvirah. "Have the poor leetle creetur out here, Jabez. She'll be no bother to you. And she kin sleep with Ruthie." "How'll she get up and down stairs?" demanded the miller, quite surprising Ruth and Aunt Alvirah by considering this phase of the matter. "You'll have to open the East bedroom, Alviry."
He said nothing more about the lost cash-box Aunt Alviry dared not even broach the subject but Ruth tried to show him in quiet ways that she was sorry for his loss. Uncle Jabez was not a gentle man, however; his voice being so seldom heard did not make it the less rough and passionate. There were times when, because of his black looks, Ruth did not even dare address him.
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