The tightness at her side was worse than usual.

She almost thought she ought to mention it in her letters home; but then she remembered the premium her father had struggled hard to pay, and the large family, younger than herself, that had to be cared for, and she determined to bear on, and trust that when the warm weather came both the pain and the cough would go away.

She would be prudent about herself.
What was the matter with Ruth?
She was crying in her sleep as if her heart would break.

Such agitated slumber could be no rest; so Jenny wakened her.
"Ruth! Ruth!" "Oh, Jenny!" said Ruth, sitting up in bed, and pushing back the masses of hair that were heating her forehead, "I thought I saw mamma by the side of the bed, coming, as she used to do, to see if I were asleep and comfortable; and when I tried to take hold of her, she went away and left me alone--I don't know where; so strange!" "It was only a dream; you know you'd been talking about her to me, and you're feverish with sitting up late.

Go to sleep again, and I'll watch, and waken you if you seem uneasy." "But you'll be so tired.