“Well, it is not for me to say; God knows what is good for us.  Likings will not come to order; otherwise I should not be where I am this day.  And of one thing I am rather glad; Uncle Reuben well deserves that his pet scheme should miscarry.  He who called my boy a coward, an ignoble coward, because he would not join some crack-brained plan against the valley which sheltered his beloved one!  And all the time this dreadful ‘coward’ risking his life daily there, without a word to any one!  How glad I am that you will not have, for all her miserable money, that little dwarfish granddaughter of the insolent old miser!”

She turned, and by her side was standing poor Ruth Huckaback herself, white, and sad, and looking steadily at my mother’s face, which became as red as a plum while her breath deserted her.

[Illustration:  294.jpg Poor Ruth Huckaback herself]

“If you please, madam,” said the little maiden, with her large calm eyes unwavering, “it is not my fault, but God Almighty’s, that I am a little dwarfish creature.  I knew not that you regarded me with so much contempt on that account; neither have you told my grandfather, at least within my hearing, that he was an insolent old miser.  When I return to Dulverton, which I trust to do to-morrow (for it is too late to-day), I shall be careful not to tell him your opinion of him, lest I should thwart any schemes you may have upon his property.  I thank you all for your kindness to me, which has been very great, far more than a little dwarfish creature could, for her own sake, expect.  I will only add for your further guidance one more little truth.  It is by no means certain that my grandfather will settle any of his miserable money upon me.  If I offend him, as I would in a moment, for the sake of a brave and straightforward man”—­here she gave me a glance which I scarcely knew what to do with—­“my grandfather, upright as he is, would leave me without a shilling.  And I often wish it were so.  So many miseries come upon me from the miserable money—­” Here she broke down, and burst out crying, and ran away with a faint good-bye; while we three looked at one another, and felt that we had the worst of it.

“Impudent little dwarf!” said my mother, recovering her breath after ever so long.  “Oh, John, how thankful you ought to be!  What a life she would have led you!”

“Well, I am sure!” said Annie, throwing her arms around poor mother:  “who could have thought that little atomy had such an outrageous spirit!  For my part I cannot think how she can have been sly enough to hide it in that crafty manner, that John might think her an angel!”

“Well, for my part,” I answered, laughing, “I never admired Ruth Huckaback half, or a quarter so much before.  She is rare stuff.  I would have been glad to have married her to-morrow, if I had never seen my Lorna.”

“And a nice nobody I should have been, in my own house!” cried mother:  “I never can be thankful enough to darling Lorna for saving me.  Did you see how her eyes flashed?”