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Carol was a very much surprised girl. Under the influence of kindness and pleasure Ruth seemed transformed into a different person. Her shyness and reserve melted away in the sunny atmosphere of the Golden home. Mrs. Golden took her into her motherly heart at once; and as for Frank and Jack, whose verdict Carol had so dreaded, they voted Ruth “splendid.” She certainly got along very well with them; and if she did not make the social sensation that pretty Maud Russell might have made, the Goldens all liked her and Carol was content.

“Just four days more,” sighed Carol one afternoon, “and then we must go back to Oaklawn. Can you realize it, Ruth?”

Ruth looked up from her book with a smile. Even in appearance she had changed. There was a faint pink in her cheeks and a merry light in her eyes.

“I shall not be sorry to go back to work,” she said. “I feel just like it because I have had so pleasant a time here that it has heartened me up for next term. I think it will be very different from last. I begin to see that I kept to myself too much and brooded over fancied slights.”

“And then you are to room with me since Maud is not coming back,” said Carol. “What fun we shall have. Did you ever toast marshmallows over the gas? Why, I declare, there is Mr. Swift coming up the walk. Look, Ruth! He is the richest man in Westleigh.”

Ruth peeped out of the window over Carol’s shoulder.

“He reminds me of somebody,” she said absently, “but I can’t think who it is. Of course, I have never seen him before. What a good face he has!”

“He is as good as he looks,” said Carol, enthusiastically. “Next to Father, Mr. Swift is the nicest man in the world. I have always been quite a pet of his. His wife is dead, and so is his only daughter. She was a lovely girl and died only two years ago. It nearly broke Mr. Swift’s heart. And he has lived alone ever since in that great big house up at the head of Warner Street, the one you admired so, Ruth, the last time we were uptown. There’s the bell for the second time, Mary can’t have heard it. I’ll go myself.”

As Carol showed the caller into the room, Ruth rose to leave and thus came face to face with him. Mr. Swift started perceptibly.

“Mr. Swift, this is my school friend, Miss Mannering,” said Carol.

Mr. Swift seemed strangely agitated as he took Ruth’s timidly offered hand.

“My dear young lady,” he said hurriedly, “I am going to ask you what may seem a very strange question. What was your mother’s name?”

“Agnes Hastings,” answered Ruth in surprise. And then Carol really thought that Mr. Swift had gone crazy, for he drew Ruth into his arms and kissed her.

“I knew it,” he said. “I was sure you were Agnes’ daughter, for you are the living image of what she was when I last saw her. Child, you don’t know me, but I am your Uncle Robert. Your mother was my half-sister.”

“Oh, Mr. Swift!” cried Carol, and then she ran for her mother.

Ruth turned pale and dropped into a chair, and Mr. Swift sat down beside her.

“To think that I have found you at last, child. How puzzled you look. Did your mother never speak of me? How is she? Where is she?”

“Mother died last year,” said Ruth.

“Poor Agnes! And I never knew! Don’t cry, little girl. I want you to tell me all about it. She was much younger than I was, and when our mother died my stepfather went away and took her with him. I remained with my father’s people and eventually lost all trace of my sister. I was a poor boy then, but things have looked up with me and I have often tried to find her.”

By this time Carol had returned with her father and mother, and there was a scene–laughing, crying, explaining–and I don’t really know which of the two girls was the more excited, Carol or Ruth. As for Mr. Swift, he was overjoyed to find his niece and wanted to carry her off with him then and there, but Mrs. Golden insisted on her finishing her visit. When the question of returning to Oaklawn came up, Mr. Swift would not hear of it at first, but finally yielded to Carol’s entreaties and Ruth’s own desire.

“I shall graduate next year, Uncle, and then I can come back to you for good.”

That evening when Ruth was alone in her room, trying to collect her thoughts and realize that the home and love that she had so craved were really to be hers at last, Golden Carol was with her mother in the room below, talking it all over.

“Just think, Mother, if I had not asked Ruth to come here, this would not have happened. And I didn’t want to, I wanted to ask Maud so much, and I was dreadfully disappointed when I couldn’t–for I really couldn’t. I could not help remembering the look in Ruth’s eyes when she said that she had no home to go to, and so I asked her instead of Maud. How dreadful it would have been if I hadn’t.”