trunks, and go home. Once I would have spat out something nasty to my sister about accepting attentions from a man she knew was not nice, but now I was too anxious to become her friend to quarrel with her on the first night she arrived. I had learned that the safest course for me to follow was simply not to oppose Ruth in anything.
It was Will, turning from fastening the windows, who blurted out bluntly, "Are you still keeping up your connections with that man?"
Ruth smiled, raising her eyebrows a little, and then folded her hands behind her head, her pretty arms bare to the elbows.
"Don't you approve of him, brother William?" she inquired archly as if she didn't care a straw whether he did or not.
"Do you?" asked Will.
Ruth laughed an amused, silvery laugh and replied lightly, "I am engaged to be married to Breck Sewall, I suppose, if that answers you."
Will didn't say a word for a minute. Then, "I am sorry to hear that," he replied shortly.
"Really?" smiled Ruth. "Breck and I shall certainly miss your blessing, William." She always calls him William when she's making fun of him. I don't see how she dares to mock a man so much wiser and older than she, but Ruth would deride the President of the United States if he interfered with her little schemes.
Will replied; "You're too fine a girl to make such a mistake, Ruth."
She rippled into another laugh and my cheeks grew warm with indignation. She leaned forward and se-
