ant more fire
and adventure. I am sure I should be ashamed of my 'Automobile Girls' if
they fell to crying in the face of an obstacle. They prefer to overcome
it. We shall be delighted to drive with you. Good-bye!"

"Curious, Reginald!" declared Mr. Winthrop Latham, when the two men had
walked several yards from the hotel in silence. "That is a very
remarkable story that your friends tell of the discovery of an unknown
Indian child. Did they call her Eunice? That is strangest of all! You
have been up on the hill with these girls a number of times. Have you
seen this girl?"

Reginald mumbled something. It was not audible. But his uncle understood
he had not seen the girl.

"Oh, well, the old woman is probably a gypsy tramp," Mr. Latham
concluded, "but I will look up the child, some day, for my own
satisfaction. Reg, boy, the rudder of our airship will be repaired in the
next few days. Do you feel equal to another aerial flight?"

"Most assuredly I do," the nephew replied. The two men walked on. But,
for once, they were not thinking of their favorite hobby. The mind of
each man dwelt upon Mollie's story of a poor little Indian girl. What
connection could she have with these two men of wealth and position?

Reginald Latham's suspicions were growing. The Indian girl might be an
obstacle in his path.

"I must tell mother all I have heard and guessed," he reflected. "Under
no circumstances must uncle be allowed to see this child. Mother will
know how to manage. We may have to spirit the girl away, if she is the
child I fear she is. But we must make sure."

Reginald Latham was not a pleasant man, but he was clever. If he had
reason to fear little Eunice he would work quietly. What chance had the
child and her ignorant, uncivilized grandmother against him?

Mr. Winthrop Latham's thoughts were of a different kind. "The young
Indian girl," he assured himself, "can have no further possible interest
for me."

CHAPTER XVI

AT THE AMBASSADOR'S

"Shall we walk down to the postoffice, Ruth?" Barbara asked. "I am
awfully anxious for a letter from mother."

"Let's all go!" urged Grace. "We have just time enough before dressing
for our call at the Ambassador's. I am told that everyone goes for his
own letters in Lenox. We shall see all the social lights. They say titled
foreigners line up in front of the Lenox postoffice to look for
heiresses. Ruth, you are our only heiress. Here's a chance for you!"
teased Grace.