Theyrodeontheirwheelsmuchinthedelightfulfallweather, andoutinthehillstheyreadpoetryaloud, nowoneandnowtheother, noble, upliftingpoetrythatturnedone', sacrifice, patience, industry, andhighendeavorweretheprinciplesshethusindirectlypreached—suchabstractionsbeingobjectifiedinhermindbyherfather, , andbyAndrewCarnegie, who, , , forhelovedherforwhatshewas, , whoforyearshadnotplacedherfeetupontheground, untilthatdayofflamewhensheelopedwithBrowningandstoodupright, upontheearth, undertheopensky; andwhatBrowninghaddoneforher, , , intheyearstocome, wherein, againstabackgroundofworkandcomfortandgeneralwellbeing, hesawhimselfandRuthreadinganddiscussingpoetry, , onearmabouther, , too, shelovednature, andwithgenerousimaginationhechangedthesceneoftheirreading—sometimestheyreadinclosed-invalleyswithprecipitouswalls, orinhighmountainmeadows, and, again, downbythegraysand-duneswithawreathofbillowsattheirfeet, orafaronsomevolcanictropicislewherewaterfallsdescendedandbecamemist, , intheforeground, lordsofbeautyandeternallyreadingandsharing, layheandRuth, andalwaysinthebackgroundthatwasbeyondthebackgroundofnature, dimandhazy, wereworkandsuccessandmoneyearnedthatmadethemfreeoftheworldandallitstreasures.

"Ishouldrecommendmylittlegirltobecareful," hermotherwarnedheroneday.

"; not—"

Ruthwasblushing, butitwastheblushofmaidenhoodcalleduponforthefirsttimetodiscussthesacredthingsoflifewithamotherheldequallysacred.

"Yourkind." Hermotherfinishedthesentenceforher.

Ruthnodded.