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Ruth smiled because Aunt Jane's old…fashioned exactness lingered in her wake。 〃Now see here； Hepsey；〃 she began kindly； 〃I don't know and you don't know； but I'd like to have you tell me what you think about it。〃
〃I d' know； as you say； mum； but I think〃 here she lowered her voice〃 I think it has something to do with Miss Ainslie。〃
〃Who is Miss Ainslie？〃
〃She's a peculiar woman； Miss Ainslie is；〃 the girl explained； smoothing her apron； 〃and she lives down the road a piece； in the valley as； you may say。 She don't never go nowheres； Miss Ainslie don't； but folks goes to see her。 She's got a funny houseI've been inside of it sometimes when I've been down on errands for Miss Hathaway。 She ain't got no figgered wall paper； nor no lace curtains； and she ain't got no rag carpets neither。 Her floors is all kinder funny； and she's got heathen things spread down onto'em。 Her house is full of heathen things； and sometimes she wears'em。〃
〃Wears what； Hepsey？ The'heathen things' in the house？〃
〃No'm。 Other heathen things she's got put away somewheres。 She's got money； I guess； but she's got furniture in her parlour that's just like what Miss Hathaway's got set away in the attic。 We wouldn't use them kind of things； nohow；〃 she added complacently。
〃Does she live all alone？〃
〃Yes'm。 Joe； he does her errands and other folks stops in sometimes； but Miss Ainslie ain't left her front yard for I d' know how long。 Some says she's cracked； but she's the best housekeeper round here； and if she hears of anybody that's sick or in trouble； she allers sends'em things。 She ain't never been up here； but Miss Hathaway； she goes down there sometimes； and she'n Miss Ainslie swaps cookin' quite regler。 I have to go down there with a plate of somethin' Miss Hathaway's made； and Miss Ainslie allers says： 'Wait just a moment； please； Hepsey； I would like to send Miss Hathaway a jar of my preserves。'〃
She relapsed unconsciously into imitation of Miss Ainslie's speech。 In the few words； softened； and betraying a quaint stateliness； Ruth caught a glimpse of an old…fashioned gentlewoman； reserved and yet gracious。
She folded her napkin； saying： 〃You make the best biscuits I ever tasted； Hepsey。〃 The girl smiled； but made no reply。
〃What makes you think Miss Ainslie has anything to do with the light？〃 she inquired after a little。
〃'Cause there wasn't no light in that winder when I first comeleastways； not as I know ofand after I'd been here a week or so； Miss Hathaway； she come back from there one day looking kinder strange。 She didn't say much； but the next mornin' she goes down to town and buys that lamp； and she saws off them table legs herself。 Every night since； that light's been a…goin'； and she puts it out herself every mornin' before she comes downstairs。〃
〃Perhaps she and Miss Ainslie had been talking of shipwreck； and she thought she would have a little lighthouse of her own；〃 Miss Thorne suggested； when the silence became oppressive。
〃P'raps so；〃 rejoined Hepsey。 She had become stolid again。
Ruth pushed her chair back and stood at the dining…room window a moment； looking out into the yard。 The valley was in shadow； but the last light still lingered on the hill。 〃What's that； Hepsey？〃 she asked。
〃What's what？〃
〃Thatwhere the evergreen is coming up out of the ground； in the shape of a square。〃
〃That's the cat's grave； mum。 She died jest afore Miss Hathaway went away； and she planted the evergreen。〃
〃I thought something was lacking；〃 said Ruth； half to herself。
〃Do you want a kitten； Miss Thorne？〃 inquired Hepsey； eagerly。 〃I reckon I can get you oneMaltese or white； just as you like。〃
〃No； thank you； Hepsey； I don't believe I'll import any pets。〃
〃Jest as you say； mum。 It's sorter lonesome； though； with no cat； and Miss Hathaway said she didn't want no more。〃
Speculating upon the departed cat's superior charms； that made substitution seem like sacrilege to Miss Hathaway； Ruth sat down for a time in the old…fashioned parlour； where the shabby haircloth furniture was ornamented with 〃tidies〃 to the last degree。 There was a marble…topped centre table in the room； and a basket of wax flowers under a glass case； Mrs。 Hemans's poems； another book； called The Lady's Garland； and the family Bible were carefully arranged upon it。
A hair wreath； also sheltered by glass； hung on the wall near another collection of wax flowers suitably framed。 There were various portraits of people whom Miss Thorne did not know； though she was a near relative of their owner； and two tall； white china vases； decorated with gilt； flanked the mantel…shelf。 The carpet； which was once of the speaking variety； had faded to the listening point。 Coarse lace curtains hung from brass rings on wooden poles； and red cotton lambrequins were festooned at the top。
Hepsey came in to light the lamp that hung by chains over the table； but Miss Thorne rose； saying： 〃You needn't mind； Hepsey； as I am going upstairs。〃
〃Want me to help you unpack？ she asked； doubtless wishing for a view of 〃city clothes。〃
〃No； thank you。〃
〃I put a pitcher of water in your room； Miss Thorne。 Is there anything else you would like？〃
〃Nothing more； thank you。〃
She still lingered； irresolute； shifting from one foot to the other。 〃Miss Thorne〃 she began hesitatingly。
〃Yes？〃
〃Be yoube you a lady detective？〃 Ruth's clear laughter rang out on the evening air。 〃Why； no； you foolish girl； I'm a newspaper woman； and I've earned a restthat's all。 You mustn't read books with yellow covers。〃
Hepsey withdrew； muttering vague apologies； and Ruth found her at the head of the stairs when she went up to her room。 〃How long have you been with Miss Hathaway？〃 she asked。
〃Five years come next June。〃
〃Good night； Hepsey。〃
〃Good night； Miss Thorne。〃
From sheer force of habit； Ruth locked her door。 Her trunk was not a large one； and it did not take her long to put her simple wardrobe into the capacious closet and the dresser drawers。 As she moved the empty trunk into the closet； she remembered the box of money that she had left in the attic； and went up to get it。 When she returned she heard Hepsey's door close softly。
〃Silly child；〃 she said to herself。 I might just as well ask her if she isn't a'lady detective。' They'll laugh about that in the office when I go back。〃
She sat down； rocking contentedly； for it was April； and she would not have to go back until Aunt Jane came home； probably about the first of October。 She checked off the free； health…giving months on her tired fingers； that would know the blue pencil and the typewriter no more until Autumn； when she would be strong again and the quivering nerves quite steady。
She blessed the legacy which had fallen into Jane Hathaway's lap and led her； at fifty…five； to join a 〃personally conducted〃 party to the Old World。 Ruth had always had a dim yearning for foreign travel； but just now she felt no latent injustice； such as had often rankled in her soul when her friends went and she remained at home。
Thinking she heard Hepsey in the hall； and not caring to arouse further suspicion； she put out her light and sat by the window； with the shutters wide open。
Far down the hill； wher