Ruth loved Meg very dearly, and Meg respected and loved Ruth. Those vines at the window make it look so pretty and shady, too. Meg went rattling on, not noticing that Ruth had tried several times to speak, and that her cheeks were quite red. We will all be so glad if you will. She looked at Ruth inquiringly.
Mother is sick, and is at home to-day.
Meg looked vexed. Let us go in. Don't let me drive you away. Meg was obliged to go in then, but she felt very much like a child that had been coaxed not to be afraid. Mrs. Dean was lying on the lounge.