They got back to Cheslow early in July. And how glad Aunt Alvirah was to see her pretty. As for Uncle Jabez, his interest was in the commercial end of the picture Ruth had made.
Was it going to make money when it was distributed? How much money had Ruth already drawn in advance royalties? And a multitude of other questions of that character came from the old miller’s lips.
“And when do you begin on another of them pictures, Niece Ruth?” he added. “You ain’t going to stop now, when there is so much to be made in ’em?”
“I do not know exactly what I shall do next,” she told him, shaking her head. “But I think I shall try to make my next picture under different circumstances. But as I don’t really know, how can I tell you?”
“Never mind, my pretty,” put in Aunt Alvirah, “you are here with us now, and that means a lot. You certainly deserve a rest,” and the old woman placed an affectionate hand on Ruth’s shoulder.
At this the girl of the Red Mill smiled.
“Maybe I do,” she replied, “after all those strenuous happenings on the St. Lawrence.”
THE END
THE RUTH FIELDING SERIES