CHAPTER XV. THE SECRET AND THE DREAM
Ruth easily became accustomed to the quiet life at Miss Ainslie's, and gradually lost all desire to go back to the city. “You're spoiling me,” she said, one day. “I don't want to go back to town, I don't want to work, I don't want to do anything but sit still and look at you. I didn't know I was so lazy.”
“ You're not lazy, dear,” answered Miss Ainslie, “you were tired, and you didn't know how tired you were.”
Winfield practically lived there. In the morning, he sat in the garden, reading the paper, while Ruth helped about the house. She insisted upon learning to cook, and he ate many an unfamiliar dish, heroically proclaiming that it was good. “You must never doubt his love,” Miss Ainslie said, “for those biscuits—well, dear, you know they were—w
