They would not stop to breakfast; they said they would come another time.
But Aunt Roderick, just before she went away, turned round and kissed Ruth. She is a supervising, regulating kind of a woman, and very strict about—well, other people's—expenditures; but she was glad that the "hard thoughts" were lifted off from her.
"I knew," said Ruth, again, "that we were all good people, and that it must come right."
"Don't tell me!" says Miss Trixie, intolerantly. "She couldn't help herself."
CHAPTER XI.
BARBARA'S BUZZ.
