McGowan had groveled
in dissent, but it had made no impression on Garry, whose duty it
was to see that the work was properly carried out and whose
signature loosened the village purse strings.
None of these details would interest Ruth; nor was it necessary
that they should. The bonnet, however, was another matter. Bonnets
were worn over pretty heads and framed lovely hair and faces and
eyes--one especially! And then again any pleasantry of her
father's would tend to relieve her mind after the anxiety of the
morning. Yes, the bonnet by all means!
"Oh, I never gave you your father's message," he began, laying
aside his cup, quite as if he had just remembered it. "I ought to
have done so before you hung up the hat you wore a while ago."
Ruth looked up, smiling: "Why?" There was a roguish expression
about her mouth as she spoke. She was very happy this afternoon.
"He says you won't get a new bonnet all summer," continued Jack,
toying with the end of the ribbon that floated from her waist.
Ruth put down her cup and half rose from her chair All the color
had faded from her cheeks.
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