CHAPTER X. LOVE LETTERS
“ A week!” Ruth said to herself the next morning. “Seven long days! No letter, because he mustn't write, no telegram, because there's no office within ten miles—nothing to do but wait!”
When she went down to breakfast, Hepsey did not seem to hear her cheery greeting, but was twisting her apron and walking about restlessly. “Miss Thorne,” she said, at length, “did you ever get a love letter?”
“ Why, yes, of course,” laughed Ruth. “Every girl gets love letters.”
Hepsey brightened visibly, then inquired, with great seriousness: “Can you read writin', Miss Thorne?”
“ That depends on the writing.”
“ Yes'm, it does so. I can read some writin'—I can read Miss Hathaway's writin', and some of the furrin letters she's had, but I got some this mornin' I can't make
