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"You can set here, James," resumed Mrs. Ball, "until I have taken off my

things."

The cherries on her black straw bonnet were shaking on their stems in a

way which fascinated Ruth. "I'll take my things out of the south room,

Aunty," she hastened to say.

"You won't, neither," was the unexpected answer; "that's the spare room,

and, while you stay, you'll stay there."

Ruth was wondering what to say to her new uncle and sat in awkward

silence as Aunt Jane ascended the stairs. Her step sounded lightly

overhead and Mr. Ball twirled his thumbs absently. "You--you've come a

long way, haven't you?" she asked.

"Yes'm, a long way." Then, seemingly for the first time, he looked at

her, and a benevolent expression came upon his face. "You've got awful

pretty hair, Niece Ruth," he observed, admiringly; "now Mis' Ball, she

wears a false front."

The lady of the house returned at this juncture, with the false front a

little askew. "I was just a-sayin'," Mr. Ball continued, "that our niece

is a real pleasant lookin' woman."

"She's your niece by marriage," his wife replied, "but she ain't no real

relative."

"Niece by merriage is relative enough," said Mr.Ball, "and I say she's a

pleasant lookin' woman, ain't she, now?"

"She'll do, I reckon. She resembles her Ma." Aunt Jane looked at Ruth,

as if pitying the sister who had blindly followed the leadings of her

heart and had died unforgiven.

"Why didn't you let me know you were coming, Aunt Jane?" asked Ruth.

"I've been looking for a letter every day and I understood you weren't

coming back until October."

"I trust I am not unwelcome in my own house," was the somewhat frigid

response.

"No indeed, Aunty--I hope you've had a pleasant time."

"We've had a beautiful time, ain't we, James? We've been on our

honeymoon."

"Yes'm, we hev been on our honeymoon, travellin' over strange lands an'

furrin wastes of waters. Mis' Ball was terrible sea sick comin' here."

"In a way," said Aunt Jane, "we ain't completely married. We was

married by a heathen priest in a heathen country and it ain't rightfully

bindin', but we thought it would do until we could get back here and be

married by a minister of the gospel, didn't we, James?"

"It has held," he said, without emotion, "but I reckon we will hev to be

merried proper."

"Likewise I have my weddin' dress," Aunt Jane went on, "what ain't never

been worn. It's a beautiful dress--trimmed with pearl trimmin'"--here

Ruth felt the pangs of a guilty conscience--"and I lay out to be married

in it, quite private, with you and Hepsey for witnesses."

"Why, it's quite a romance, isn't it, Aunty?"

"'T is in a way," interjected Mr. Ball, "and in another way, 't ain't."