Youth is strong and powerful, and makes a hard battle against sorrow. So Ruth strove and strengthened, and her baby flourished accordingly; and before the little celandines were out on the hedge-banks, or the white violets had sent forth their fragrance from the border under the south wall of Miss Benson's small garden, Ruth was able to carry her baby into that sheltered place on sunny days.
She often wished to thank Mr. Benson and his sister, but she did not know how to tell the deep gratitude she felt, and therefore she was silent. But they understood her silence well. One day, as she watched her sleeping child, she spoke to Miss Benson, with whom she happened to be alone. vibrator store
"Do you know of any cottage where the people are clean, and where they would not mind taking me in?" asked she. discreet dildo
"Taking you in! What do you mean?" said Miss Benson, dropping her knitting, in order to observe Ruth more closely.
"I mean," said Ruth, "where I might lodge with my baby--any very poor place would do, only it must be clean, or he might be ill."
"And what in the world do you want to go and lodge in a cottage for?" said Miss Benson indignantly.
Ruth did not lift up her eyes, but she spoke with a firmness which showed that she had considered the subject.
"I think I could make dresses. I know I did not learn as much as I might, but perhaps I might do for servants and people who are not particular."