And so she made the old mill, and the farmhouse adjoining, a much brighter, gayer, pleasanter place while she was in it. Her cheerfulness and sweetness were contagious. Aunt Alvirah complained less frequently of her back and bones when Ruth was about, and in spite of himself, the old miller's step grew lighter.
"Ah, Jabez," Aunt Alvirah said, as they watched Ruth get into the Cameron automobile to be whisked away to the station, and so to Briarwood for her second half, "that's where our endurin' comfort an' hope is centered for our old age. We've only got Ruthie."
"She's a mighty expensive piece of property," snarled the old man.
"Ye don't mean it, Jabez, ye don't mean it," she returned, softly. "You're thawin' out—and Ruth Fielding is the sun that warms up your cold old heart!"
But this last was said so low that Jabez Potter did not hear it as he stumped away toward the Red Mill.
In the automobile the young folks were having a gay time. Helen was with Ruth, and Tom was on the front seat.
"Say, we sure did have some excitement in Snow Camp as well as fun," came from Tom.
"And that catamount!" gasped Helen.
"And Ruth's shot!" broke in her twin brother.
