Ruth! I'm ashamed of you.

Now, brother" (Mr Benson had just come in), "is not this too bad of Ruth; here she is planning to go away and leave us, just as we--as I, at least, have grown so fond of baby, and he's beginning to know me." "Where were you thinking of going to, Ruth ?" interrupted Mr Benson, with mild surprise.
"Anywhere to be near you and Miss Benson; in any poor cottage where I might lodge very cheaply, and earn my livelihood by taking in plain sewing, and perhaps a little dressmaking; and where I could come and see you and dear Miss Benson sometimes and bring baby." "If he was not dead before then of some fever, or burn, or scald, poor neglected child; or you had not worked yourself to death with never sleeping," said Miss Benson.
Mr Benson thought a minute or two, and then he spoke to Ruth.
"Whatever you may do when this little fellow is a year old, and able to dispense with some of a mother's care, let me beg you, Ruth, as a favour to me--as a still greater favour to my sister, is it not, Faith ?" "Yes; you may put it so if you like." "To stay with us," continued he, "till then.

When baby is twelve months old, we'll talk about it again, and very likely before then some opening may be shown us.

Never fear leading an idle life, Ruth.
We'll treat you as a daughter, and set you all the household tasks; and it is not for your sake that we ask you to stay, but for this little dumb helpless child's; and it is not for our sake that you must stay, but for his." Ruth was sobbing.
"I do not deserve your kindness," said she, in a broken voice; "I do not deserve it." Her tears fell fast and soft like summer rain, but no further word was spoken.

Mr Benson quietly passed on to make the inquiry for which he had entered the room.
But when there was nothing to decide upon, and no necessity for entering upon any new course of action, Ruth's mind relaxed from its strung-up state.