CHAPTER VI
RUTH GOES TO A CONCERT
Oh, sweet and tiny cousins that belong,
One to the fields, the other to the hearth,
Both have your sunshine.
—Leigh Hunt.
Ruth and Belinda were crossing the meadow, when a big grasshopper made a flying leap, and landed on Belinda’s head.
“Do excuse me,” he said; “I missed my aim. No one hurt, I hope, or frightened?”
“Oh, no,” answered Ruth. “Belinda is real sensible; she isn’t afraid of anything, and I am just as glad—as glad—to see you. Maybe you will——”
Ruth hesitated, hoping he would know what she meant to say. She was sure he could tell her a great many things, if only he would. He was so polite and nice; besides, he looked very wise.