The sisters looked from one to another and gave up to gleeful smiles, but Ruth was, if anything, a bit firmer than before.
"Next day he brought her some flowers, and she began to get better. Then he took her out to ride. One night about ten o'clock the nurse comes into the room sudden like, and finds him on his knees before the widow, kissing her dress an' talking all kinds o' nonsense."
"Here! stop a minute," said the sister Lize, who had now dropped her knitting and begun to fan herself. "You take my breath away." The details were too important for hasty consideration.
"Makin' love?" said she with the beads, thoughtfully.
"I should think likely," said the other, whereupon the three began to laugh again. Their merriment over, through smiles they gave each other looks of dreamy reflection.
"Now go on," said the sister Lize, leaning forward, her chin upon her hands.
"There he knelt, kissing her dress," the narrator continued.
"Why didn't he kiss her face?"
"Because she wouldn't let him, I suppose."
"Oh!" said the others, nodding their heads, thoughtfully.