“You do love me!” answered Miss Ruth. “Dear Jim!”
“Tweet-tweet!” added a sparrow outside. He had his head on one side, precisely, Phœbe thought, as if he were trying to look in. Oh, the prying little thing! Phœbe swung one hand at him.
“And Phœbe?” It was Miss Ruth, turning to speak, so softly.
“Yes, Mother?” said Phœbe.
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
- Silently corrected typographical errors and variations in spelling.
- Archaic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings retained as printed.