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I wo n't cry any more . I 'll come down stairs with you , Auntie , and help get dinner . '' But Ruth could eat none herself . She did not feel as though she could even sit at the table with Uncle Jabez that noon , and remained outside while the miller ate . He never remarked upon her absence , or paid her the least attention . Oh , how heartily Ruth wished now that she had never come away from Darrowtown and had never seen the Red Mill . The next Monday morning the rural mail carrier brought her a long letter from Helen .