A Colonial Wooing
Do you remember a prettier scene in old England?" And without waiting for a reply continued: "And then to think, John, it is our home. What comfort in the thought we are not subject to the whims of a landlord, eh?" And Robert waved his arms about him, as if he would embrace the nearest tree and kiss it.
John smiled at his enthusiasm, but his thoughts were running in another channel. "If I mistake not, there comes Ruth; is she going to thy house?"
"I suppose so from the direction she is going; and that reminds me, John, have you taken my advice?"
John's face grew very red and he tried to turn the conversation, but Robert saw his aim and diverted it. "I believe you have, and she has not said thee 'nay,' or you wouldn't get so fiery red. Remember, John, I have a right to speak since our last conversation. But what of this plan of her going back to England for a fortune?" asked Robert, with a sneering tone as he spoke the last words. "Will you go with her?"
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