Uncle Peter has talked of nothing else for days." "But do you want me to stay, Miss Ruth ?" She lifted her head and looked him fearlessly in the eyes: "Yes, I do--now that you will have it that way.

We are going to have a sleigh-ride to-morrow, and I know you would love the open country, it is so beautiful, and so is--" "Ruth! Ruth! you dear child," came a voice--"are you two never coming in ?--the coffee is stone cold." "Yes, Aunt Felicia, right away.

Run, Mr.Breen--" and she flew up the brick path.
For the second time Miss Felicia's keen, kindly eyes scanned the young girl's face, but only a laugh, the best and surest of masks, greeted her.
"He thinks it all lovely," Ruth rippled out.

"Don't you, Mr.Breen ?" "Lovely?
Why, it is the most wonderful place I ever saw; I could hardly believe my senses.

I am quite sure old Aunt Hannah is cooking behind that door--" here he pointed to the kitchen--"and that poor old Tom will come hobbling along in a minute with 'dat mis'ry' in his back.