thing! No, I won't call him Ogre again; he isn't as good as an Ogre.
I-- I don't know what to call him!"

"Calling him names won't bring back my trunk, Helen," sobbed Ruth.

"That's so. I-- I'd make him pay for it! I'd make him get me dresses
for those that were lost."

"Uncle is giving me a home; I suppose he will give me to wear all that
he thinks I need. But I shall have to wear this dress to school, and
it will soon not be fit to wear anywhere else."

"It's just too mean for anything, Ruth! I just wish--"

What Miss Cameron wished she did not proceed to explain. She stopped
and bit her lip, looking at her friend all the time and nodding. Ruth
was busily wiping her eyes and did not notice the very wise expression
on Helen's face.

"Look out! here comes Tom," whispered Helen, suddenly, and Ruth made a
last dab at her eyes and put away her handkerchief in a hurry.

"Say! ain't you ever going to get that thing done?" demanded Tom.
"Seems to me you haven't done anything at all since I was here last."

The girls became very busy then and worked swiftly until the pillow
was completed. By that time it was late afternoon and they started
homeward. Ruth separated from Helen and Tom at the main road and
walked alone toward the Red Mill. She came to the bridge, which was at
the corner of her uncle's farm, and climbed the stile, intending to