“It is the end!” The old woman spoke to herself. “I give up my child. The white blood is stronger than the Indian. She will return to the race of her father. Her mother’s people shall know her no more.”
“May Eunice go away with us now?” Ruth urged. “And won’t you go down to the village, and stay with Naki and Ceally until Eunice comes back?”
“Take the child, when you will,” assented the Indian woman. “She is mine no longer.”
“Then come, hurry, Eunice. We must be off,” Bab cried.
Eunice got her new coat and hat. Then she flung her arms around her grandmother, and kissed her in the way Mollie had taught her.
The old Indian woman hugged the child to her for one brief instant; then she relaxed her hold and went back into her wigwam.
“The Automobile Girls” and Eunice ran down the hill.
In half an hour they found “Mr. A. Bubble.” He was patiently awaiting their return.
“Jump into the car in a hurry,” Ruth cried. “Put Eunice in the middle. We have a long distance to travel before night falls.”
The girls leaped into the automobile. It sped away through the autumnal woods.