But a woman
terribly shrunken, with deep lines in her face and under her eyes.
Jack, man-like, did not notice the change, but Ruth did.
After the baby had been duly admired, Ruth tossing it in her arms
until it crowed, Corinne being too tired for much enthusiasm, had
sent it home, Ruth escorting it herself to the garden gate.
"I am sorry you are going," Corinne said in Ruth's absence. "I
suppose we must stay on here until Garry finishes the new church.
I haven't seen much of Ruth,--or of you, either, Jack. But I don't
see much of anybody now,--not even of Garry. He never gets home
until midnight, or even later, if the train is behind time, and it
generally is."
"Then he must have lots of new work," cried Jack in a cheerful
tone. "He told me the last time I saw him on the train that he
expected some big warehouse job."
Corinne looked out of the window and fingered the handle of her
parasol.
"I don't believe that is what keeps him in town, Jack," she said
slowly. "I hoped you would come and see him last Sunday.
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