This time Mr. Heywood smiled. "That's a good sentiment, Cyrus. It shows a kind regard for the lady. But run away, both of you. I am very busy this morning."
"But, Mr. Heywood," said Cyrus, "what's Ruth done that she should be punished and not have what she wants, and wants ever so much?"
"How punished?"
"By not getting what she wants."
"And what do you say she wants?"
"Me."
The father laughed. "Oh, it's you she wants, is it?"
"Yes, sir."
Mr. Heywood drew a hand slowly across his mouth as he looked inquiringly at Ruth.
Ruth smiled and nodded. "Yes, sir."