nd mushrooms.
Now I will go and see what Dora wants"--and lifting her furs with a
smile, and a "Good morning!" equally charming, she disappeared.

"Did you notice her voice, Ruth?" asked Judge Rawdon. "What a tone there
is in her 'good morning!'"

"There is a tone in every one's good morning, Edward. I think people's
salutations set to music would reveal their inmost character. Ethel's
good morning says in D major 'How good is the day!' and her good
night drops into the minor third, and says pensively 'How sweet is the
night!'"

"Nay, Ruth, I don't understand all that; but I do understand the voice.
It goes straight to my heart."

"And to my heart also, Edward. I think too there is a measured music,
a central time and tune, in every life. Quick, melodious natures like
Ethel's never wander far from their keynote, and are therefore joyously
set; while slow, irresolute people deviate far, and only come back after
painful dissonances and frequent changes."

"You are generally right, Ruth, even where I cannot follow you. I hope
Ethel will be home for dinner. I like my Sunday dinner with both of you,
and I may bring my mother back with me."

Then he said "Good morning" with an intentional cheerfulness, and Ruth
was left alone with her book. She gave a moment's thought to the value
of good example, and then with a sigh of content let her eyes rest on
the words Ethel's presence had for awhile silenced:

"I am filled with a sense of sweetness and wonder that such, little
things can make a mortal so exceedingly rich. But I confess that the
chiefest of all my delights is still the religious." (Theodore Parker.)
She read the words again, then closed her eyes and let the honey of some
sacred memory satisfy her soul. And in those few minutes of reverie,
Ruth Bayard revealed the keynote of her being. Wanderings from it,
caused by the exigencies and duties of life, frequently occurred; but
she quickly returned to its central and controlling harmony; and
her serenity and poise were therefore as natural as was her niece's
joyousness and hope. Nor was her religious character the result of
temperament, or of a secluded life. Ruth Bayard was a woman of thought
and culture, and wise in the ways of the world, but not worldly. Her
personality was very attractive, she had a good form, an agreeable face,
speaking gray eyes, and brown hair, soft and naturally wavy. She was a
distant cousin of Ethel's mother, but had been brought up with h