It
doesn't matter a bit."
"Doesn't matter? But----"
Ruth's eyes were dancing.
"Kirk, dear, I've something to tell you. Wait till we get outside."
"What do you mean?"
"You'll soon see?"
They went out into the street. Against the kerb a large red automobile
was standing. The chauffeur touched his cap as he saw them. Kirk stared
at him dumbly.
"In you get, dear," said Ruth.
She met his astonished gaze with a smile of triumph. This was her
moment, the moment for which she had been waiting. The chauffeur
started the machine.
"I don't understand. Whose car is this?"
"Mine. Yours. Ours. Oh, Kirk, darling, I was so afraid that you would
come back bulging with a fortune that would make my little one look
like nothing. But you haven't, you haven't, and it's just splendid."
She caught his hand and pressed it. "It's simply sweet of you to look
so astonished. I was hoping you would. This car belongs to us, and
there's another just as big besides, and a house, and--oh--everything
you can think of. Kirk, dear, we've nothing to worry us any longer.
We're rich!"
Chapter II
An Unknown Path
Kirk blinked. He closed his eyes and opened them again. The automobile
was still there, and he was still in it. Ruth was still gazing at him
with the triumphant look in her eyes. The chauffeur, silent emblem of a
substantial bank-balance, still sat stiffly at the steering-wheel.
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