Poor little girl--
she worries so when anything like this happens"--mounted the
stairs to his room.
"Don't worry, Miss Ruth," said Jack in comforting tones as he
returned to where she sat. "We will all pull out yet."
"It is good of you to say so," she replied, lifting her head and
leaning back so that she could look into his eyes the better, "but
I know you don't think so. Daddy was just getting over his losses
on the Susquehanna bridge. This work would have set him on his
feet. Those were his very words--and he was getting so easy in his
mind, too--and we had planned so many things!"
"But you can still go to Newport," Jack pleaded. "We will be here
some months yet, and--"
"Oh--but I won't go a step anywhere. I could not leave him now--
that is, not as long as I can help him."
"But aren't you going to the Fosters' and Aunt Felicia's?" She
might not be, but it was good all the same to hear her deny it.
"Not to anybody's!" she replied, with an emphasis that left no
doubt in his mind.
Jack's heart gave a bound.
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