any longer. We know and her uncle
knows, that she is the child of your daughter and of Mr. William Latham.
You told Mr. Winthrop Latham that Eunice died when her mother did."
Barbara had depended on her imagination for the latter part of her
speech, but she knew, now, that she had guessed the truth.

Under her brown leather-like skin the old squaw turned pale.

Then Mollie explained gently to the old woman that Mrs. Latham and
Reginald were Eunice's enemies; that they wished to be rid of Eunice so
that they might inherit her father's money. She told of Reginald Latham's
plan to carry Eunice away that afternoon.

"Now, Mother Eunice," Mollie ended, "won't you let little Eunice go away
with us this afternoon, instead? We will take good care of her, and will
bring her home to you in a few days. But Eunice must see her uncle, Mr.
Winthrop Latham. You will not stand in the way of little Eunice's
happiness, I know!" Mollie laid her hand on the old squaw's arm.

But the squaw had bowed her head. She did not notice Mollie.

"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.

"Look, do look up above us!" Mollie exclaimed.

Away above their heads something white sailed and circled in the air.

"It is Reginald Latham in his airship," cried Grace.

"Well, Mr. Reginald Latham," laughed Mollie, "an airship may do the
business of the future; but for present purposes I'll bet on the
automobile."