"I haven't time to go riding. I have more work than I can get done by tomorrow night."
"Ruth, you are sticking too close to your work. If you can't get the work out and take an hour or so for recreation you had better let it go until the next day."
"I don't like to disappoint my customers."
"I know you don't, dear, but it is not right for you not to take any recreation."
"Well, if I take a little time off tonight maybe I can work a little longer and faster and make it up tomorrow night."
"Tell him I will be in in a minute."
Her aunt left to deliver the message, and Ruth looked at herself in the mirror, tucked in a few straggling wisps of hair, rubbed her face with her powder puff, but the tired expression would not rub off. It stared at her from the mirror. There was no disputing the fact that the home work after banking hours was telling on her.
"Good evening, Mr. Golter," she greeted in a cheery voice when she entered the room where the young man was seated.
"Good evening, Miss Babcock. I thought that perhaps you would like to take a ride."
"I enjoy riding and would be pleased to go for a short ride. I have such a demand on my time that I cannot be out late."