Oh! I'm so glad I thought of it before Mrs Bradshaw came to call.

Here it is!" and she pulled out an old wedding-ring, and hurried it on Ruth's finger.

Ruth hung down her head, and reddened deep with shame; her eyes smarted with the hot tears that filled them.

Miss Benson talked on, in a nervous hurried way: "It was my grandmother's; it's very broad; they made them so then, to hold a posy inside: there's one in that; Thine own sweetheart Till death doth part, I think it is.

There, there! Run away, and look as if you'd always worn it." Ruth went up to her room, and threw herself down on her knees by the bedside, and cried as if her heart would break; and then, as if a light had come down into her soul, she calmed herself and prayed--no words can tell how humbly, and with what earnest feeling.