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She scanned the horizon eagerly for the dilapidated conveyance which she had once both feared and scorned。 No sound could have been more welcome than the rumble of those creaking wheels； nor any sight more
pleasing than the conflicting expressions in 〃Mamie's〃 single useful eye。 She sat there a long time； waiting for deliverance； but it did not come。
〃I'll get an alpenstock；〃 she said to herself； as she rose； wearily； and tried to summon courage to start。 Then the gate clicked softly and the sweetest voice in the world said： 〃My dear； you are tiredwon't you come in？〃
Turning； she saw Miss Ainslie； smiling graciously。 In a moment she had explained that she was Miss Hathaway's niece and that she would be very glad to come in for a few moments。
〃Yes； 〃 said the sweet voice again； 〃I know who you are。 Your aunt told me all about you and I trust we shall be friends。〃
Ruth followed her up the gravelled path to the house； and into the parlour； where a wood fire blazed cheerily upon the hearth。 〃It is so damp this time of year；〃 she went on； 〃that I like to keep my fire burning。〃
While they were talking； Ruth's eyes rested with pleasure upon her hostess。 She herself was tall； but Miss Ainslie towered above her。 She was a woman of poise and magnificent bearing； and she had the composure which comes to some as a right and to others with long social training。
Her abundant hair was like spun silverit was not merely white； but it shone。 Her skin was as fresh and fair as a girl's； and when she smiled； one saw that her teeth were white and even； but the great charm of her face was her eyes。 They were violet； so deep in colour as to seem almost black in certain lights； and behind them lay an indescribable something which made Ruth love her instinctively。 She might have been forty； or seventy； but she was beautiful； with the beauty that never fades。
At intervals； not wishing to stare； Ruth glanced around the room。 Having once seen the woman； one could not fail to recognise her house； for it suited her。 The floors were hardwood； highly polished； and partly covered with rare Oriental rugs。 The walls were a soft； dark green； bearing no disfiguring design； and the windows were draped with net； edged with Duchesse lace。 Miss Hathaway's curtains hung straight to the floor； but Miss Ainslie's were tied back with white cord。
The furniture was colonial mahogany； unspoiled by varnish； and rubbed until it shone。
〃You have a beautiful home；〃 said Ruth； during a pause。
〃Yes；〃 she replied； 〃I like it。〃
〃You have a great many beautiful things。〃
〃Yes；〃 she answered softly； 〃they were given to me by aa friend。〃
〃She must have had a great many；〃 observed Ruth； admiring one of the rugs。
A delicate pink suffused Miss Ainslie's face。 〃My friend；〃 she said； with quiet dignity； 〃is a seafaring gentleman。〃
That explained the rugs； Ruth thought； and the vase； of finest Cloisonne； which stood upon the mantel…shelf。 It accounted also for the bertha of Mechlin lace； which was fastened to Miss Ainslie's gown； of lavender cashmere； by a large amethyst inlaid with gold and surrounded by baroque pearls。
For some little time； they talked of Miss Hathaway and her travels。 〃I told her she was too old to go；〃 said Miss Ainslie；。 smiling； 〃but she assured me that she could take care of herself； and I think she can。 Even if she couldn't； she is perfectly safe。 These'personally conducted' parties are by far the best； if one goes alone； for the first time。〃
Ruth knew that； but she was surprised； nevertheless。 〃Won't you tell me about my aunt； Miss Ainslie？〃 she asked。 〃You know I've never seen her。〃
〃Why； yes； of course I will！ Where shall I begin？〃
〃At the beginning；〃 answered Ruth； with a little laugh。
〃The beginning is very far away； deary；〃 said Miss Ainslie； and Ruth fancied she heard a sigh。 〃She came here long before I did； and we were girls together。 She lived in the old house at the top of the hill； with her father and mother； and I lived here with mine。 We were very intimate for a long time； and then we had a quarrel； about something that was so silly and foolish that I cannot even remember what it was。 For five yearsno； for almost six； we passed each other like strangers； because each was too proud and stubborn to yield。 But death； and trouble； brought us together again。〃
〃Who spoke first；〃 asked Ruth； much interested； 〃you or Aunt Jane？〃
〃It was I； of course。 I don't believe she would have done it。 She was always stronger than I； and though I can't remember the cause of the quarrel； I can feel the hurt to my pride； even at this day。〃
〃I know；〃 answered Ruth； quickly； 〃something of the same kind once happened to me； only it wasn't pride that held me backit was just plain stubbornness。 Sometimes I am conscious of two selvesone of me is a nice； polite person that I'm really fond of； and the other is so contrary and so mulish that I'm actually afraid of her。 When the two come in conflict； the stubborn one always wins。 I'm sorry； but I can't help it。〃
〃Don't you think we're all like that？〃 asked Miss Ainslie； readily understanding。 〃I do not believe any one can have strength of character without being stubborn。 To hold one's position in the face of obstacles； and never be tempted to yield to me； that seems the very foundation。〃
〃Yes； but to be unable to yield when you know you shouldthat's awful。〃
〃Is it？〃 inquired Miss Ainslie； with quiet amusement。
〃Ask Aunt Jane；〃 returned Ruth； laughing。 〃I begin to perceive our definite relationship。〃
Miss Ainslie leaned forward to put another maple log on the fire。 〃Tell me more about Aunt Jane；〃 Ruth suggested。 〃I'm getting to be somebody's relative； instead of an orphan； stranded on the shore of the world。〃
〃She's hard to analyse；〃 began the older woman。 〃I have never been able to reconcile her firmness with her softness。 She's as hard as New England granite； but I think she wears it like a mask。 Sometimes； one sees through。 She scolds me very often； about anything that occurs to her； but I never pay any attention to it。 She says I shouldn't live here all alone； and that I deserve to have something dreadful happen to me； but she had all the trees cut down that stood on the hill between her window and mine； and had a key made to my lower door； and made me promise that if I was ill at any time； I would put a signal in my windowa red shawl in the daytime and a light at night。 I hadn't any red shawl and she gave me hers。
〃One nightI shall never forget itI had a terrible attack of neuralgia； during the worst storm I have ever known。 I didn't even know that I put the light in the windowI was so beside myself with painbut she came； at two o'clock in the morning； and stayed with me until I was all right again。 She was so gentle and so tender I shall always love her for that。〃
The sweet voice vibrated with feeling； and Ruth's thoughts flew to the light in the attic window； but； noit could not be seen from Miss Ainslie's。 〃What does Aunt Jane look like？〃 she asked； after a pause。
〃I haven't a picture； except one that was taken a long time ago； but I'll get that。〃 She went upstairs and returned； presently； putting an old…fashioned ambrotype into Rut