"You have—you have found her?" The old lady gasped, and her sharp eyes blurred. "She hasn't gotten into any trouble, Mr. Ross? Where is she?"
"At home." He caught the two trembling wrinkled hands in his. "At our home, breaking in the new cook I believe. I have come to take you to her."
Madame Dumois looked long into his happy face and the color slowly came back to her own. A dry smile hovered about her lips, and then broke into a chuckle.
"Well! I do not usually indulge in slang, but that is one on the lawyers! I won't have to change my will again! When I quarreled with my brother and made up my mind that Ruth had disgraced the family by this unaccountable disappearance, I added a codicil in your favor. You were the best type of young American I had encountered in many a long day, and as the choice lay between you and a cat asylum, I decided on you. Now it is all in the family, and I am proud of you both. She is the most provoking, self-willed, irrepressible young woman in the world, and the dearest! Take me to her!"