The Automobile Girls in the Berkshires Part 31

Mollie started up to go to Eunice, but she stopped at a frown from Miss Sallie. Mr. Latham was approaching Eunice.

"I am not going to hurt you, Eunice," he declared. "Do I look like the bogie man, who lives in the woods and comes to steal away naughty children?"

Eunice shook her head. "There are no bogie men in the woods. Wood fairies are all good."

"Well, I am no kind of fairy, Eunice. I am an uncle. Do you know what an uncle is?" Mr. Latham inquired.

Eunice shook her head again.

"O Eunice, an uncle can be the nicest person in the world!" Mollie exclaimed. "And that is what Mr. Latham is going to be to you. Kiss him, and tell him you mean to be good."

Mr. Winthrop Latham and little Indian Eunice kissed each other shyly and solemnly. But in that kiss their affection was sealed.

What Reginald Latham and his mother thought of the discovery of the relations.h.i.+p between Eunice and Mr. Winthrop Latham may be easily imagined. Eunice as his niece would undoubtedly inherit a large portion of his fortune. And how was Reginald to be provided for? Bent on the effort to conceal the relations.h.i.+p, Reginald and his mother had started long before dawn to walk up to the grandmother's hut, and, as the old squaw had explained, had met her on the side of the hill. They had tried to induce her to give them the name of the man in Stockbridge who knew of Eunice's parentage, but the old woman was obdurate. Failing in this, mother and son had returned to their home.

CHAPTER XXIV

WHAT TO DO WITH EUNICE

"Bab, will you come out on the hotel driveway a minute?" Ruth asked of Barbara. Miss Sallie and the girls were back in Lenox. Little Eunice was, for the present, staying at their hotel with them.

"I am not dressed, Ruth, dear. I shall join you in a minute," Bab called back to her. "What's the matter?"

"Wait and see, lady mine," sang Ruth. "But do, do hurry. Mollie, Grace and I are waiting for you, and there is another friend with us whom you will be de-lighted to see!"

"Ralph, or Hugh?" Bab guessed.

"Neither one this time!" Ruth declared. "But now I must fly back. If you wish to know what is going on, hurry along."

On the hotel driveway Bab first discovered Mr. Winthrop Latham with Aunt Sallie and Eunice. Eunice had her hand in her uncle's. They had grown to be great friends.

A little farther on Barbara spied Ruth, Mollie and Grace. Near them stood a stable boy. He was leading a beautiful little horse about by the bridle. It was Beauty.

Barbara looked around for Dorothy or Gwendolin Morton. However, neither of the girls could be seen.

"Here comes Bab," called Mollie.

But Barbara had already run up to Beauty.

"O girls, I believe she knows me!" Bab exclaimed in delight. The little horse neighed as Bab stroked its glossy neck. It put its pretty nose down near her hand and sniffed. Beauty plainly expected a lump of sugar as a reward for her morning call.

"How did you happen to bring the horse over?" Bab asked of the stable boy.

"The master said I was to put the horse in the hotel stables until it could be s.h.i.+pped," the boy explained.

"Oh, some one has bought Beauty!" Bab cried, in distress. "I am so sorry!

How could Dorothy Morton ever have been willing to sell her?"

Barbara noticed that Grace, Ruth and Mollie were smiling broadly. Mr.

Winthrop Latham, Aunt Sallie and Eunice had drawn near.

"Why shouldn't Dorothy Morton sell Beauty to a girl who cares more for the horse than Dorothy does?" Ruth inquired.

Bab shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, very well!" she pouted. "If Dorothy thinks there is any other horse in the world to compare with Beauty, she deserves to lose her. My sweet little Beauty, good-bye!" Barbara cried.

The stable boy grinned. Everyone was smiling.

"What's the joke?" Bab asked.

"Beauty is yours, Bab!" cried Mollie.

Bab looked at Mollie indignantly. "It isn't fair to tease me, Mollie,"

she declared. "You know how much I really care."

"But Mollie is not teasing you, Bab," Ruth interrupted. "Read that tag!"

Surely enough, on a card fastened by a blue ribbon to Beauty's bridle, Bab read her own name and her sister's.

"But we cannot accept such a gift from the Amba.s.sador!" Bab protested, feelingly.

"The Amba.s.sador did not give us Beauty, Bab!" exclaimed Mollie.

But Barbara had thrown her arms around Ruth's neck. "You are just the dearest, sweetest friend in the world, Ruth Stuart!" she cried. "And I'd love you more than ever if I could. But Mollie and I cannot accept Beauty from you. You have done too much for us."

"Well, Bab," laughed Ruth, "you are the most difficult person in the world to bestow a present upon; but I am not guilty."

"Then who has given Beauty to us?" demanded Bab.

"No other person than Cousin Betty in St. Paul!" answered Mistress Mollie. "Do you remember, Bab? Mother wrote that Cousin Betty meant to give us a beautiful present when she came home. The present was to be a horse, and Cousin Betty is going to give us the money to take care of it.

Mother was to buy the horse when she returned to Kingsbridge. When you wrote of your ride on Beauty, mother wrote to Ruth to inquire if the horse were for sale. The Amba.s.sador and Dorothy were both willing to sell her to us, but to no one else."

"I do not know what we have ever done to deserve such good fortune."

Barbara spoke so solemnly that her friends all laughed.

"But I have more news, and better news for you, Bab!" cried Mollie, triumphantly, "mother is willing for us to bring Eunice home with us for the winter!"

"Dear little Eunice!" Bab said, kissing the Indian girl.

"I shall never cease to be grateful to you and to your mother for this kindness," declared Mr. Winthrop Latham, taking Barbara's hand. "You know the difficult situation in which I am placed in regard to Eunice. I dare not take the child home, at present, to live with my sister-in-law and my nephew. It seemed even more cruel to send Eunice to boarding school while the child knows nothing of the world. But, if your kind mother will keep her with you, let her go to school, and teach her just a little of what you know, I shall be deeply in your debt."

"No such thing, Mr. Latham!" laughed Mollie. "We are going to be in your debt for lending us Eunice. Mother will just love her."

"But I am coming back next summer to see you and my grandmother?" Eunice begged. "You said, if I were very good, you would take me to ride in your balloon some day."