the kitchen. She lowered herself into the little rocker
nearby, with her usual moan of, "Oh, my back! an' oh, my bones! Ye don't
mean ter hurt my pretty's feelin's, I know."

"She axed me!" exclaimed the miller, angrily. "I vum! ain't I spendin' a
fortun' on her schoolin' at that Briarwood Hall?"

"And didn't she save ye a tidy fortun' when she straightened out that
Tintacker Mine trouble for ye, Jabez Potter?" demanded the old woman,
vigorously. "An' the good Lord knows she's been a comfort an' help to
ye, right an' left, in season an' out, ever since she fust stepped foot
inter this Red Mill----What's she done for ye this very day, Jabez, as
ye said yourself?"

Aunt Alvirah was one of the very few people who dared to talk plainly to
the miller, when he was in one of his tempers. Now he growled out some
rough reply, and strode into the house.

"You've driven him away, Auntie!" cried Ruth, under her breath.

"He'd oughter be driv' away," said the old woman, "when he's in thet
mind."

"But what he says is true. I _am_ a great expense to him. I--I wish I
could earn my own way through school."

"Don't ye worry, my pretty. Jabez Potter's bark is wuss than his bite."

"But the bark hurts, just the same."

"He ought to be whipped!" hissed Mercy, in her most unmerciful tone.
"I'd like to whip him, till all the dust flew out of his Dusty Miller
clothes--so I would!"

"Sh!" commanded Ruth, recovering her self-command again and fighting
back the tears. "Just as Aunt Alvirah observes, he doesn't mean half of
what he says."

"It hurts just the same--you said it yourself," declared the lame girl,
with a snap.

"I want to be independent, anyway," said Ruth, with some excitement. "I
want an education so I can _do_ something. I'd like to cultivate my
voice--the teacher says it has possibilities. Mr. Cameron is going to
let Helen go as far as she likes with the violin, and she doesn't _have_
to think about making her way in the world."

"Gals ain't content now to sit down after gittin' some schoolin'--I kin
see thet," sighed Aunt Alvirah. "It warn't so in my day. I never see the
beat of 'em for wantin' ter go out inter the worl' an' make a
livin'--jes' like men."

CHAPTER IV

THE AUTO TOUR

"Hi, Ruth!"

"Hey, Ruth!"

"Straw, Ruth!--why don't you say?" cried the owner of the name, running
to the porch and smiling out upon the Cameron twins, who had stopped
their automobile at the Red Mill gate on a morni