John Breen, now two
years older and, it is to be hoped, with considerable more common-
sense than when he chucked himself neck and heels out into the
cold world. Whether the expected arrival of this young gentleman
had anything to do with the length of time it took Ruth to dress,
the Scribe knoweth not. There is no counting upon the whims and
vagaries of even the average young woman of the day, and as Ruth
was a long way above that medium grade, and with positive ideas of
her own as to whom she liked and whom she did not like, and was,
besides, a most discreet and close-mouthed young person, it will
be just as well for us to watch the game of battledoor and
shuttlecock still being played between Jack and herself, before we
arrive at any fixed conclusions.
Any known and admitted facts connected with either one of the
contestants are, however, in order, and so while we are waiting
for old Moggins, who drives the village 'bus, and who has been
charged by Miss Felicia on no account to omit bringing in his next
load a certain straight, bronzed-cheeked, well-set-up young man
with a springy step, accompanied by a middle-aged gentleman who
looked like a soldier, and deliver them both with their attendant
baggage at her snow-banked door, any data regarding this same
young man's movements since the night Peter wanted to hug him for
leaving his uncle's service, cannot fail to be of interest.
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