Almost every day she dropped in at the windmill shop for a moment's call and chat, the subject of that chat always, of course, the same.
"I told you he would succeed," she declared, her eyes shining and her face alight."I told you so, Jed.And he has.Mr.Barber, the cashier, told me yesterday that Charles was the best man they had had in the bank for years.And every time I meet Captain Hunniwell he stops to shake hands and congratulates me on having such a brother.And they like him, not only because he is successful in the bank, but for himself; so many people have told me so.Why, for the first time since we came to Orham I begin to feel as if I were becoming acquainted, making friends."Jed nodded."He's a nice young chap," he said, quietly.
"Of course he is....You mustn't mind my shameless family boasting," she added, with a little laugh."It is only because Iam so proud of him, and so glad--so glad for us all."Jed did not mind.It is doubtful if at that moment he was aware of what she was saying.He was thinking how her brother's coming had improved her, how well she was looking, how much more color there was in her cheeks, and how good it was to hear her laugh once more.
The windmill shop was a different place when she came.It was a lucky day for him when the Powlesses frightened him into letting Barbara and her mother move into the old house for a month's trial.
Of course he did not express these thoughts aloud, in fact he expressed nothing whatever.He thought and thought and, after a time, gradually became aware that there was absolute silence in the shop.He looked at his caller and found that she was regarding him intently, a twinkle in her eye and an amused expression about her mouth.He started and awoke from his day-dream.
"Eh?" he exclaimed."Yes--yes, I guess so."She shook her head.
"You do?" she said."Why, I thought your opinion was exactly the opposite.""Eh? Oh, yes, so 'tis, so 'tis."
"Of course.And just what did you say about it?"Jed was confused.He swallowed hard, hesitated, swallowed again and stammered: "I-- Why, I--that is--you see--"She laughed merrily."You are a very poor pretender, Jed," she declared."Confess, you haven't the least idea what opinion Imean."
"Well--well, to be right down honest, I--I don't know's I have, Mrs.Ruth.""Of course, you haven't.There isn't any opinion.You have been sitting there for the last five minutes, staring straight at me and picking that paint brush to pieces.I doubt if you even knew I was here.""Eh? Oh, yes, I know that, I know that all right.Tut! tut!"inspecting the damaged brush."That's a nice mess, ain't it? Now what do you suppose I did that for? I'm scared to death, when Ihave one of those go-to-sleeptic fits, that I'll pick my head to pieces.Not that that would be as big a loss as a good paint brush," he added, reflectively.
His visitor smiled."I think it would," she said."Neither Babbie nor I could afford to lose that head; it and its owner have been too thoughtful and kind.But tell me, what WERE you thinking about just then?"The question appeared to embarrass Mr.Winslow a good deal.He colored, fidgeted and stammered."Nothin', nothin' of any account," he faltered."My--er--my brain was takin' a walk around my attic, I cal'late.There's plenty of room up there for a tramp.""No, tell me; I want to know." Her expression changed and she added: "You weren't thinking of--of Charles'--his trouble at Middleford? You don't still think me wrong in not telling Captain Hunniwell?""Eh?...Oh, no, no.I wasn't thinkin' that at all.""But you don't answer my question.Well, never mind.I am really almost happy for the first time in ever so long and I mean to remain so if I can.I am glad I did not tell--glad.And you must agree with me, Mr.Winslow--Jed, I mean--or I shall not run in so often to talk in this confidential way.""Eh? Not run in? Godfreys, Mrs.Ruth, don't talk so! Excuse my strong language, but you scared me, talkin' about not runnin' in.""You deserve to be scared, just a little, for criticizing me in your thoughts.Oh, don't think me frivolous," she pleaded, with another swift change."I realize it was all wrong.And some time, by and by, after Charles has firmly established himself, after they really know him, I shall go to the bank people, or he will go to them, and tell the whole story.By that time I'm sure--I'm sure they will forgive us both.Don't you think so?"Jed would have forgiven her anything.He nodded.
"Sartin sure they will," he said.Then, asking a question that had been in his thoughts for some time, he said: "How does your brother feel about it himself, Mrs.Ruth?""At first he thought he should tell everything.He did not want to take the position under false pretenses, he said.But when Iexplained how he might lose this opportunity and what an opportunity it might be for us all he agreed that perhaps it was best to wait.And I am sure it is best, Jed.But then, I mean to put the whole dreadful business from my mind, if I can, and be happy with my little girl and my brother.And I am happy; I feel almost like a girl myself.So you mustn't remind me, Jed, and you mustn't criticize me, even though you and I both know you are right.You are my only confidant, you know, and I don't know what in the world I should do without you, so try to bear with me, if you can."Jed observed that he guessed likely there wouldn't be much trouble at his end of the line, providing she could manage to worry along with a feller that went to sleep sittin' up, and in the daytime, like an owl.After she had gone, however, he again relapsed into slumber, and his dreams, judging by his expression, must have been pleasant.
