"That's all right. You needn't try to fix it. I know you mistook me for an old grandmother," she said, laughing.
After they had driven about for an hour Ruth suggested that she must return home. As she stepped from the car Golter attempted to compliment her on her good looks, but she interrupted him with a curt good-night.
She found her father still sitting where she had left him in his great arm chair, asleep over his paper. She placed her hand gently on his shoulder and spoke to him, "Daddy, wake up." He opened his eyes with a start. "It's you, is it, Ruth? I was dreaming."
"What did you dream about, Daddy?"
"I remembered the rest of that combination. It was two turns to the right, to the left to forty and then to the right to thirty-two. I dreamed that I showed this combination to a man in whom I had confidence and he stole my money."
"Father, we never had a safe except the bank safe, and you sold your bank stock."
"I don't remember anything about having any bank stock, but if I did have it and sold it, where is the money?"
"You owed Mr. Stover, and he took the bank stock to satisfy the debt as an accommodation to you. You told me the night before you were hurt that he was going to help you out. You know I have told you this many times before."
"Yes, I know you have, and I have tried hard to remember, but I can't—I just can't."
"Well, don't worry about it, Daddy. We have plenty to live on."