"Do you?"
"I do, if you do," returned Ruth shyly. Then her thoughts turned to Miss Amanda and she said again, "You are just the same as our mother, Billy's and mine, aren't you?"
"I try to be the same as a mother to you."
"Then, Aunt Hester, could I be named Ruth Henrietta Brackenbury, and if anybody asks my name can I tell them it is that?"
"Why, my dear," Miss Hester arose and hung over her arm the garment she had taken from the chest, "yes, if you like."
"Would you like?" asked Ruth wistfully.
Miss Hester did not answer at once, but picked her way back to where it was lighter.
"Try this on," she said holding out a dark red coat trimmed with fur.
Ruth slipped her arms into the sleeves and then softly stroked the fur trimming.
"It fits perfectly," said Miss Hester, with satisfaction, "so you can wear it Sunday. I will hang it out in the air to get rid of the smell of camphor, and to-morrow I will press out the creases."