CHAPTER III.
RUTH RUDD.
Ruth, standing by a long wooden bench, in the neat, brick-paved yard, was engaged in watering some plants that were her especial pride.
Hearing a noise at the fence, she turned, and recognizing Flora, smiled and asked:
"Won"t you come in?"
"Thank you," replied Flora, smiling in return. "I think I will."
Jem looked on wonderingly as her sister and the visitor, whom she considered her especial property, chatted.
She could not understand how they knew each other. At length, as they took no notice of her, she determined to a.s.sert herself; so, going up to Flora, she demanded:
"What do you think of _my_ yard?"
"Oh," said Flora, recollecting for what purpose they had come, "I like it very much indeed, Jem."
"It"s a pretty good yard, I think," said Jem, with much emphasis on the p.r.o.noun. "Come and look at the flowers, and I"ll tell you the names of them." And she drew Flora nearer the bench.
"This is a gibonia," she continued, pointing with her fat finger to the flower named.
"You mean a "begonia," don"t you, Jem?" said Flora.
"Yes," answered Jem, without changing countenance in the least, or seeming in any way abashed; "and this is a gerangum."
"A geranium," corrected Flora. "Yes, I see."
"And this is a chipoonia," pointing to a petunia, "and--Oh, there"s Pokey!" and breaking away in the midst of her explanations, she gave chase to a fat little gray kitten that just then scampered across the yard, and into the house.
"What a cute little girl Jem is," said Flora to Ruth; "is she your sister?"
"Yes, that is, she is my half-sister; her mother was not my own mother, you know."
"Oh, she is your step-mother," said Flora.
"She was," corrected Ruth; "but she has been dead ever since Jem was a little baby. My own mother died when I was quite small," she added, with an elderly air.
"Who keeps house for you?" asked Flora, in surprise.
"I do," replied Ruth. "I keep house for father, and take care of Jem.
She is all the company I have."
"What a smart girl you are. How old are you, Ruth?"
"I"m sixteen, but I feel ever so much older. You see, it is a great responsibility to have everything at home resting upon one," and Ruth looked very wise.
"I should think so," said Flora, thoughtfully. "I am sixteen too."
"Are you? That"s nice. We ought to be good friends," returned Ruth, smiling.
"Yes, I am sure we shall be," replied Flora, earnestly. "I like you ever so much, Ruth. I am very lonely here. I know n.o.body in this place except my home folks."
"How strange," said Ruth, in a puzzled way. "Tell me about it."
Flora was glad to tell her story.
"You poor child!" exclaimed matronly Ruth, taking her hand between both her own, and pressing it. "How sorry I am for you."
"Are you?" said Flora, laughing nervously, for she felt more like crying. "I was just feeling sorry for you."
"Sorry for me? Why?"
"Because you have to live here all alone, or almost alone, and have so many responsibilities. You must get very lonely."
"Oh, but my responsibilities keep me so busy I have no time to be lonely. Besides, I like responsibilities."
"You do? Perhaps if I had a few I wouldn"t be so lonely either; but then you see I have none."
"I think you have," returned Ruth, soberly, and added, after a moment"s thought, "I think you have a great many."
"What are they?"
"Your mother, and father, and brothers, and your home. You are responsible for your conduct toward your parents. It is your duty to be a good daughter. There"s your home, it is your duty to make it pleasant and comfortable. And there are your brothers----"
"Oh, do stop, Ruth!" cried Flora. "You have told me enough. You talk as if you were thirty years old instead of sixteen. No, no! I will not hear any more to-day about responsibilities; I have had enough for one day," and she playfully placed her hand over Ruth"s lips.
"I wasn"t going to say any more about them," said Ruth. "I was only going to ask you to come into the house, for I must begin to prepare our supper."
"No, thank you!" replied Flora; "I must go now; but I should like to come again soon."
"Indeed, come as often as you please; the oftener you come the better I shall like it. Come right through the fence whenever you want to; you will almost always find me here."
"Thank you," said Flora. She bade Ruth good-bye, and returned home the same way she had come, entirely unconscious of the look of disapproval with which little Jem was regarding her from the window of an upper room, whither she had retreated with her precious Pokey.
Jem felt quite slighted. Flora and Ruth had been so much occupied with each other as to forget entirely her important little self, and she determined to severely punish "Sister Ruth" for her conduct. She immediately proceeded to put her determination into execution by stowing herself and Pokey away in the darkest corner under the bed, and there she remained in spite of Ruth"s coaxing calls.
Ruth found her there fast asleep, when she went to look for her at teatime. Ruth was well acquainted with Jem"s various modes of punishing her, and she readily guessed the cause of her little sister"s present displeasure; and likewise knowing her well, she decided to let her alone until she was ready to come down. At last Jem came down while Ruth was washing the dishes. She was in perfectly good spirits, for she felt satisfied that her sister had been sufficiently punished in having been deprived of her company for so long a time. She sat down quietly and ate her supper, which had been set aside for her. She did not say anything about the events of the afternoon and neither did Ruth, who was busy thinking about Flora. Strangely enough, influenced by some unseen power, Flora was at the same moment thinking of Ruth. When our young friend entered her home, she found her father had returned in her absence. Her mother was hurrying about in an aimless, impatient way, trying to get supper and at the same time set the table. These two occupations were not progressing very rapidly in her nervous hands.
Harry and Alec were both in the dining room; the former sitting by the window reading, and the latter whittling a bit of wood with his pocket-knife, and letting the chips fly and settle where they would. It was not a very inviting picture, but with Ruth"s gentle face before her, and her words "It is your duty to be a good daughter" in her mind, Flora stoutly determined she would begin immediately and undertake her responsibilities in the very best way she could. With these thoughts she quietly said to her mother she would finish setting the table. It was not much to do, but she felt a great deal better in making this first effort to be of use in her home.
"What have I been thinking about not to have been doing this before? It is an actual treat to be busy," she continued to herself, as she placed the plates, cups, and saucers on the table. She did not know it, but both Harry and Alec were watching her whenever they were sure she was not looking.
The boys had not paid any attention to their sister since her return home; in fact, they both thought it a bother to have a girl about the place. Moreover, Flora had made no effort to prove herself a very valuable addition to the little family. But this evening, as she moved back and forth, the neat and tasteful way in which she arranged the table, was so different from the usual careless manner, that both boys were favorably impressed. Mrs. Hazeley too, when she hurried in with the supper, gave a sigh of relief, as she noted that everything was ready.
And the father, although preoccupied with his own thoughts, glanced about with a pleased look in his eyes.