Benson had brought home from one of his country rambles, and planted by the parlourwindow, while Leonard was yet a baby in his mother's arms, was now a garland over the casement, hanging down long tendrils, that waved in the breezes, and threw pleasant shadows and traceries, like some old Bacchanalian carving, on the parlourwalls, at "morn or dusky eve." The yellow rose had clambered up to the window of Mr. The laburnumtree, which when Ruth came was like a twig stuck into the ground, was now a golden glory in spring, and a pleasant shade in summer.
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But whatever poverty there might be in the house, there was full luxuriance in the little square wallencircled garden, on two sides of which the parlour and kitchen looked. The furniture looked poor, and the carpets almost threadbare but there was such a dainty spirit of cleanliness abroad, such exquisite neatness of repair, and altogether so bright and cheerful a look about the roomseverything so aboveboardno shifts to conceal poverty under flimsy ornamentthat many a splendid drawingroom would give less pleasure to those who could see evidences of character in inanimate things. It was not one where the sittingrooms are refurnished every two or three years not now, even since Ruth came to share their living a place where, as an article grew shabby or worn, a new one was purchased. More shame for ye, then, not to know better than to talk of dyeing your hair.
And so, unconsciously, her love for her child led her up to love to God, to the Allknowing, who read her heart.
But she would kneel down by his little bed at nightat the deep, still midnightwith the stars that kept watch over Rizpah shining down upon her, and tell God what I have now told you, that she feared she loved her child too much, yet could not, would not, love him less and speak to Him of her one treasure as she could speak to no earthly friend. She often feared that she loved him too muchmore than God Himselfyet she could not bear to pray to have her love for her child lessened.
Do you know, Sally, I've as great a mind for dancing, when I hear a lively tune on the streetorgans, as ever and as great a mind to sing when I'm happyto sing in my old way, Sally, you know." "No but you see, Sally, it's very awkward having such grey hair, and feeling so young. Oh dear" Miss Benson expected applause for this bright idea, but Sally only made answerĪnd who are not very likely to want them," said Miss Benson quietly. Everything does minister to love when its foundation lies deep in a true heart, and it was with an exquisite pang of delight that, after a moment of vague fear, Her daily absence at her duties to the Bradshaw children only ministered to her love for Leonard. You'll be taking to painting your cheeks next, now you've once thought of dyeing your hair." So Miss Benson plaited her grey hair in silence and quietness, Leonard holding one end of it while she wove it, and admiring the colour and texture all the time, with a sort of implied dissatisfaction at the auburn colour of his own curls, which was only halfcomforted away by Miss Benson's information, that, if he lived long enough, his hair would be like hers. But an old woman with grey hair ought not to have a fancy for dancing or singing," continued Miss Benson.
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