It had been my duty, as well as my true interest (for Uncle Ben was more and more testy, as he went on gold-digging), to ride thither, now and again, to inquire what the doctor thought of her.  Not that her wounds were long in healing, but that people can scarcely be too careful and too inquisitive, after a great horse-bite.  And she always let me look at the arm, as I had been first doctor; and she held it up in a graceful manner, curving at the elbow, and with a sweep of white roundness going to a wrist the size of my thumb or so, and without any thimble-top standing forth, such as even our Annie had.  But gradually all I could see, above the elbow, where the bite had been, was very clear, transparent skin, with very firm sweet flesh below, and three little blue marks as far asunder as the prongs of a toasting-fork, and no deeper than where a twig has chafed the peel of a waxen apple.  And then I used to say in fun, as the children do, “Shall I kiss it, to make it well, dear?”

Now Ruth looked very grave indeed, upon hearing of this my enterprise; and crying, said she could almost cry, for the sake of my dear mother.  Did I know the risks and chances, not of the battlefield alone, but of the havoc afterwards; the swearing away of innocent lives, and the hurdle, and the hanging?  And if I would please not to laugh (which was so unkind of me), had I never heard of imprisonments, and torturing with the cruel boot, and selling into slavery, where the sun and the lash outvied one another in cutting a man to pieces?  I replied that of all these things I had heard, and would take especial care to steer me free of all of them.  My duty was all that I wished to do; and none could harm me for doing that.  And I begged my cousin to give me good-speed, instead of talking dolefully.  Upon this she changed her manner wholly, becoming so lively and cheerful that I was convinced of her indifference, and surprised even more than gratified.

“Go and earn your spurs, Cousin Ridd,” she said:  “you are strong enough for anything.  Which side is to have the benefit of your doughty arm?”

“Have I not told you, Ruth,” I answered, not being fond of this kind of talk, more suitable for Lizzie, “that I do not mean to join either side, that is to say, until—­”

“Until, as the common proverb goes, you know which way the cat will jump.  Oh, John Ridd!  Oh, John Ridd!”

“Nothing of the sort,” said I:  “what a hurry you are in!  I am for the King of course.”

“But not enough to fight for him.  Only enough to vote, I suppose, or drink his health, or shout for him.”

“I can’t make you out to-day, Cousin Ruth; you are nearly as bad as Lizzie.  You do not say any bitter things, but you seem to mean them.”

“No, cousin, think not so of me.  It is far more likely that I say them, without meaning them.”

“Anyhow, it is not like you.  And I know not what I can have done in any way, to vex you.”