諑𖣀 Ruth went on her way, all unconscious of the dark phantoms of the future that were gathering around her; her melancholy turned, with the pliancy of childish years, at sixteen not yet lost, into a softened manner which was infinitely charming. By-and-by she cleared up into sunny happiness. The evening was still and full of mellow light, and the new-born summer was so delicious that, in common with all young creatures, she shared its influence and was glad.
諑𖢁nd in those three hours you may get a great deal of rest, if you will but undress yourself and fairly go to bed. Come, love."985諑𑶀
諑nny's advice was not resisted; but before Ruth went to sleep she said--諑𖹸5諑𑶢Oh! I wish I was not so cross and impatient. I don't think I used to be."諑𑶢No, I am sure not. Most new girls get impatient at first; but it goes off, and they don't care much for anything after a while. Poor child! she's asleep already," said Jenny to herself.
諑𑶓he could not sleep or rest. The tightness at her side was worse than usual. She almost thought she ought to mention it in her letters home; but then she remembered the premium her father had struggled hard to pay, and the large family, younger than herself, that had to be cared for, and she determined to bear on, and trust that, when the warm weather came, both the pain and the cough would go away. She would be prudent about herself.諑详情