A Colonial Wooing
"Well, people do not see the world alike, and I am very glad that I have not Quaker eyes," Robert replied, without any trace of irritation. "As I look at it, Ruth's surroundings, except her mother's presence, have never been what they should. She is much the superior of the flock of namby-pamby women that have swooped down on the Crosswicks Valley and changed every laughing feature to a sober one. I have faith in Ruth, an abiding, boundless faith, and have no fear for her future. She has doubtless not been so rash as now appears, and all will be well. Her mother should not worry. Would Matthew tell his wife what her cousin thought?" And then Robert pulled vigorously at his pipe, until the tobacco burned again, and he sent wreaths of fragrant smoke to the ceiling and watched their progress, quite oblivious to the fact that his visitor was eying him intently.
"Underneath thy fine speeches, Robert," Matthew finally remarked, "I believe thee is concealing something from me. Thee could tell me more if thee was willing, and
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