Then more briskly, with a new access of dabbing, "How is the faintness going on ?" "Capitally," replied Ruth, with a faint, amused smile; "but if it does not seem ungrateful, I should be very thankful if I might be spared the rest of the water in the hat, or if it might be poured over me at once, if you don't wish it to be wasted." "Have I done too much?
I imagined my services were invaluable.

Let me help you to find your own handkerchief, if you would like a dry one for a change.

Ah, what a good shot into that labyrinth of drapery! You have found it for yourself.

You are certainly better." "But my self-respect," replied Ruth, drying her face, "is gone forever!" "I lost mine years ago," said Charles, carefully dusting Ruth's hat, "but I got over it.

I had no idea those bows were supported by a wire inside.