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Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers |
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The door here opened, and a little short, round, pincushiony woman stood at the door, with a cheery, blooming face, like a ripe apple. She was dressed, like Ra- chel, in sober gray, with the muslin folded neatly across her round, plump little chest. “Ruth Stedman,” said Rachel, coming joyfully forward; “how is thee, Ruth?” she said, heartily taking both her hands. “Nicely,” said Ruth, taking off her little drab bonnet, and dusting it with her handkerchief, displaying, as she did so, a round little head, on which the Quaker cap sat with a sort of jaunty air, despite all the stroking and patting of the small, fat hands, which were busily applied to arranging it. Certain stray locks of decid- edly curly hair, too, had escaped here and there, and had to be coaxed and cajoled into their place again; and then the newcomer, who might have been five-and- twenty, turned from the small looking-glass, before which she had been making these arrangements, and looked well pleased,- as most people who looked at her might have been,- for she was decidedly a wholesome, wholehearted, chirruping little woman, as ever gladdened man’s heart withal. “Ruth, this friend is Eliza Harris; and this is the little boy I told thee of.” “I am glad to see thee, Eliza,- very,” said Ruth, shaking hands, as if Eliza were an old friend she had long been expecting; “and this is thy dear boy,- I brought a cake for him,” she said, holding out a little heart to the boy, who came up, gazing through his curls, and accepted it shyly. |
