Only last night
Uncle Peter and I were talking about it. 'Stick to Mac,' the dear
old fellow said." It was to Ruth, but he dared not express
himself, except in parables. "Then you HAD thought of going?" she
asked quickly, a shadow falling across her face.
"No--" he hesitated--"I had only thought of STAYING. It was you
who were going--I was all broken up about being left here alone,
and Uncle Peter wanted to know why I did not beg you to stay, and
I--"
Ruth turned her face toward him.
"Well, I am going to stay," she answered simply. She did not dare
to trust herself further.
"Yes!--and now I don't care what happens!" he exclaimed with a
thrill in his voice. "If you will only trust me, Miss Ruth, and
let me come in with you and your father. Let me help! Don't let
there be only two--let us be three! Don't you see what a
difference it would make? I will work and save every penny I can
for him and take every bit of the care from his shoulders; but
can't you understand how much easier it would be if you would only
let me help you too? I could hardly keep the tears back a moment
ago when I saw you sink down here.
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