There's a real bracing Northern sting in the air.
And what a snow! It's packed down so that the runners fairly flew.
Major, do sit down!"
The Major was still bustling about, urging Ruth into another chair by
the fire that he himself might sit by Dick, poking energetically at the
blazing logs, and firing a volley of directions at black Sam.
"There!" he exclaimed, finally seating himself. "Now, sir, relative to
this infatuated young person on my left, who has condescended to visit
her uncle for the first time since she arrived on the planet. I met
her last night according to telegraphed instructions, and she kept me
waiting--let me see--"
"Uncle!" protested Ruth, "you've added fifteen minutes to that wait
every time you've mentioned it."
"My dear child, politeness alone has kept me from naming the full
extent of my wait. If you please, sir," he turned to Dick, "she was in
the clutches of a beggar who obtained twenty-five dollars by a most
extraordinary yarn."
"Twenty-five dollars!" Dick whistled, smiling at the flush that crept
up to the gray eyes.
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