"I want you to be happy,dearest,"he answered,quickly."Just try my way for a year--that's all I ask.I know your independence is sweet to you,but the privilege of working for you with hand and brain,with your love in my heart;with you at home,to be proud of me when I succeed and to give me new courage when Ifail,why,it's the sweetest thing I've ever known.""I'll have to go back to town very soon,though,"she said,a little later,"I am interrupting the honeymoon.""We'll have one of our own very soon that you can't interrupt,and,when you go back,I'm going with you.We'll buy things for the house.""We need lots of things,don't we?"she asked.
"I expect we do,darling,but I haven't the least idea what they are.You'll have to tell me.""Oriental rugs,for one thing,"she said,"and a mahogany piano,and an instrument to play it with,because I haven't any parlour tricks,and some good pictures,and a waffle iron and a porcelain rolling pin.""What do you know about rolling pins and waffle irons?"he asked fondly.
"My dear boy,"she replied,patronisingly,"you forget that in the days when I was a free and independent woman,I was on a newspaper.I know lots of things that are utterly strange to you,because,in all probability,you never ran a woman's department.
If you want soup,you must boil meat slowly,and if you want meat,you must boil it rapidly,and if dough sticks to a broom straw when you jab it into a cake,it isn't done."He laughed joyously."How about the porcelain rolling pin?""It's germ proof,"she rejoined,soberly.
"Are we going to keep house on the antiseptic plan?""We are--it's better than the installment plan,isn't it?Oh,Carl!"she exclaimed,"I've had the brightest idea!""Spring it!"he demanded.
"Why,Aunt Jane's attic is full of old furniture,and I believe she'll give it to us!"His face fell."How charming,"he said,without emotion.
"Oh,you stupid,"she laughed,"it's colonial mahogany,every stick of it!It only needs to be done over!""Ruth,you're a genius."
"Wait till I get it,before you praise me.Just stay here a minute and I'll run up to see what frame of mind she's in."When she entered the kitchen,the bride was busily engaged in getting supper.Uncle James,with a blue gingham apron tied under his arms,was awkwardly peeling potatoes."Oh,how good that smells!"exclaimed Ruth,as a spicy sheet of gingerbread was taken out of the oven.
Aunt Jane looked at her kindly,with gratified pride beaming from every feature."I wish you'd teach me to cook,Aunty,"she continued,following up her advantage,"you know I'm going to marry Mr.Winfield.""Why,yes,I'll teach you--where is he?"
"He's outside--I just came in to speak to you a minute.""You can ask him to supper if you want to."
"Thank you,Aunty,that's lovely of you.I know he'll like to stay.""James,"said Mrs.Ball,"you're peelin'them pertaters with thick peelins'and you'll land in the poorhouse.I've never knowed it to fail.""I wanted to ask you something,Aunty,"Ruth went on quickly,though feeling that the moment was not auspicious,"you know all that old furniture up in the attic?""Well,what of it?"
"Why--why--you aren't using it,you know,and I thought perhaps you'd be willing to give it to us,so that we can go to housekeeping as soon as we're married.""It was your grandmother's,"Aunt Jane replied after long thought,"and,as you say,I ain't usin'it.I don't know but what you might as well have it as anybody else.I lay out to buy me a new haircloth parlour suit with that two hundred dollars of James's--he give the minister the hull four dollars over and above that--and--yes,you can have it,"she concluded.
Ruth kissed her,with real feeling."Thank you so much,Aunty.It will be lovely to have something tlhat was my grandmother's."When she went back to Winfield,he was absorbed in a calculation he was making on the back of an envelope.
"You're not to use your eyes,"she said warningly,"and,oh Carl!
It was my grandmother's and she's given us every bit of it,and you're to stay to supper!""Must be in a fine humour,"he observed."I'm ever so glad.Come here,darling,you don't know how I've missed you.""I've been earning furniture,"she said,settling down beside him."People earn what they get from Aunty--I won't say that,though,because it's mean.""Tell me about this remarkable furniture.What is it,and how much of it is destined to glorify our humble cottage?""It's all ours,"she returned serenely,"but I don't know just how much there is.I didn't look at it closely,you know,because I never expected to have any of it.Let's see--there's a heavy dresser,and a large,round table,with claw feet--that's our dining-table,and there's a bed,just like those in the windows in town,when it's done over,and there's a big old-fashioned sofa,and a spinning-wheel--""Are you going to spin?"
"Hush,don't interrupt.There are five chairs--dining-room chairs,and two small tables,and a card table with a leaf that you can stand up against the wall,and two lovely rockers,and Idon't know what else."
"That's a fairly complete inventory,considering that you 'didn't look at it closely.'What a little humbug you are!""You like humbugs,don't you?"
"Some,not all."
There was a long silence,and then Ruth moved away from him.
"Tell me about everything,"she said."Think of all the years Ihaven't known you!"
