But we will think it out and
find something easier--something that won't soil your hands, and--"
"Please don't, Mr. Grayson," interrupted Jack. The boy had begun
to see through the raillery now. "I will do anything you want me
to do."
Peter burst into a laugh and grabbed him by both shoulders: "Of
course, my dear boy, you will do anything except what you believe
to be wrong. That's right--right as can be; nobody wants you to do
any different, and--"
The opening of a door leading into the hall caused Peter to stop
in his harangue and turn his head. Mrs. McGuffey was ushering in a
young woman whose radiant face was like a burst of sunshine. Peter
strained his eyes and then sprang forward:
"Why, Ruth!"
There was no doubt about it! That young woman, her cheeks like two
June peonies, her eyes dancing, the daintiest and prettiest hat in
the world on her head, was already half across the room and close
to Peter's rug before Jack could even realize that he and she were
breathing the same air.
"Oh! I just could not wait a minute longer!" she cried in a joyous
tone.
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