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"It was a dull, cloudy afternoon toward the end of January, and the Chicago Limited was making up for lost time. There was nothing very attractive in the wintry landscape, and Mrs. Trafiford turned her attention from the car window, and fell to watching instead the face of the girl who was sharing her section.
A very pretty, bright young face it was, so full of hope and expectation that Mrs. Trafford breathed a little half-conscious sigh. She had only known Ruth Campbell for twenty-four
hours, and yet, even in that short time, had grown to like the girl more than she generally liked people on so short an acquaintance. If she had a daughter like that, she reflected, a little sadly, life might be so very different. A childless widow of fifty is sometimes just a little lonely.
As if becoming suddenly conscious of her companion's scrutiny, Ruth threw down her book, and looked up with a smile. "We shall be in Albany in half an hour," Mrs. Trafford remarked. "Is your book interesting?"
"Yes, rather, but I am afraid I haven't been thinking very much about it lately. You see, there are so many other things to think about. It is a rather tremendous thing to realize that one's school days are really over at last, and that one is going home for the first time in eight years."
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"It was a dull, cloudy afternoon toward the end of January, and the Chicago Limited was making up for lost time. There was nothing very attractive in the wintry landscape, and Mrs. Trafiford turned her attention from the car window, and fell to watching instead the face of the girl who was sharing her section.
A very pretty, bright young face it was, so full of hope and expectation that Mrs. Trafford breathed a little half-conscious sigh. She had only known Ruth Campbell for twenty-four
hours, and yet, even in that short time, had grown to like the girl more than she generally liked people on so short an acquaintance. If she had a daughter like that, she reflected, a little sadly, life might be so very different. A childless widow of fifty is sometimes just a little lonely.
As if becoming suddenly conscious of her companion's scrutiny, Ruth threw down her book, and looked up with a smile. "We shall be in Albany in half an hour," Mrs. Trafford remarked. "Is your book interesting?"
"Yes, rather, but I am afraid I haven't been thinking very much about it lately. You see, there are so many other things to think about. It is a rather tremendous thing to realize that one's school days are really over at last, and that one is going home for the first time in eight years."
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