Other Things Being Equal by Emma Wolf
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like to read them?"
"I can't read very well," answered Bob, in unabashed simplicity. Yet his spoken words were flawless. "Then I shall read them to you," she answered pleasantly, "to-morrow, Bob, say at about three." "You will come again?" The heavy mouth quivered in eager surprise. "Why, yes; now that I know you, I must know you better. May I come?" "Oh, lady!" Ruth went out enveloped in that look of gratitude. It was the first directly personal expression of honest gratitude she had ever received; and as she walked down the hill, she longed to do something that would be really helpful to some one. She had led, on the whole, so far, an egotistic life. Being their only child, her parents expected much of her. During her school-life she had been a sort of human reservoir for all her father's ideas, whims, and hobbies. True, he had made her take a wide interest in everything within the line of vision; hanging on his arm, as they wandered off daily in their peripatetic school, he had imbued her with all his manly nobility of soul. But theorizing does not give much hold on a subject, the mind being taken up with its own clever elucidations. For the past six months, after a year's travel in Europe, her mother had led her on in a whirl of what she called happiness. Ruth had soon gauged the worth of this surface-life, and now that a lull had come, she realized that what she needed was some interest outside of herself, --an interest which |
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