Ruth turned to the little old woman, down whose face the tears were coursing unreproved.
“And you, too, Auntie! You are too good to me! Everybody is too good to me! Look at the Camerons! and Jennie Stone! and all the rest. And Mary Cox just hugged me tight when we came away and said she loved me—that I had saved her brother’s life. And Mr. Bill Hicks—and Jimsey and the other boys. And Bashful Ike and Sally made me promise that if ever I could get out West again I should spend a long time at their home——
“Oh, dear, me Aunt Alvirah,” finished the girl of the Red Mill, with a tearful but happy sigh, “this world is a very beautiful place after all, and the people in it are just lovely!”
There were many more adventures in store for Ruth, and what some of them were will be related in the next volume of this series, to be entitled: “Ruth Fielding on Cliff Island; Or, The Old Hunter’s Treasure Box,” in which will be related the particulars of a most surprising mystery.
“Only one Ruthie!” mused old Jabez. “Only one, but she’s quite a gal—yes, quite a gal!”
And we agree with him; don’t we, reader?
THE END
THE RUTH FIELDING SERIES
By ALICE B. EMERSON