Ruth Fielding Homeward Bound / A Red Cross Worker's Ocean Perils

the healing of the cuts and bruises on Rut

nds commiserated with her. "The war might just as well end

e, the head sur

weeks, Mademoiselle, before it will be safe for you

she repeated, wagging a do

"Don't you want me to make

k that the only thing people want when they are sick is something to eat." "It's the principal

ffed disd

weakly; but s

t has planned out the finish of the Germans. However, if it is over by the holidays, I shall be un

re than Jennie and I, I am sure. We have done litt

se are some of the things I have done since I joined up with that diet kitchen outfit. I have tasted soup and broth thirty-seven thousand eight hundred and three times. I have tasted ten thousand, one hundred and eleven

ould you eat so much?"

asoning and tasting. It's that keeps me so fat, I do bel

ay a billion? Yo

er could," declared the fleshy girl. "I never

s really much depressed. She had always been physically, as well as mentall

did when he was free. It was so much nearer than Paris; and Helen could always run up here and meet him,

rnment commission, had returned to the United States

are," sighed the girl of the Red Mill, "if he had suppo

have supposed that if an aerial shell hit your shou

ow-sill, they say," mu

-ho! We never know what's going to happen in this world. Oh, I say

g at him proudly. "They are not going to make you

in in our division right now. Some of 'em call me 'the infant,' as

tone. "I should say that

g into aviation, To

ine, Ralph Stillinger, is going to take me

ister, rather tartly. "Why do you wa

a hundred times already on the battle front! If he were not exactly reckless, To

like to try 'aviating' myself; only I suppose n

lly fly, Tom?

ircus-looping the loop, and spiral

tioned Helen anxiously. "Of course he

n even those big fighting planes with the liberty motors; and both of them should be trained pilots,

more. I don't want to know when you go up, Tommy. I sh

e could be of no more use in Red Cross work for so long a time, the girl of

she had been hurt, the sweetest words in the ears of the exile are "homeward bound!"

l from Brest on or about a certain date. The sea voyage would help her to recuperate; and by that time her shoulder would be out of the plaster

ed the idea of return to America with a better mind. The more she tho

le Jabez Potter. A letter from Uncle Jabez seemed al

crabbed-looking as the old miller's speech usually was. Aunt Alvirah Boggs managed to communicate with "her pretty," as she always called Ruth, quite frequ

letter itself will show what kind

ar Nie

ff to fight them Germans myself. It would have been money in my pocket if I had done that instead of trying to grind wheat and corn in this dratted old water-mill. Wheat is so high and flour is so low that I can't make no profit and so I have had to shut down the mill. First time since my great grandfather built it back in them prosperous times right after we licked the British that first time. This is an awful mean world we live in anyway. Folks are always making trouble.

ikely to be pretty average poor in the future. When it is all outgo and no come-in the meal tub pretty soon gets empty. I reckon I would better sell the mules and I hope Ben will find him a job some

ke a look at your Aunt Alvirah. It seems to me if she was perked up some she might get

and wishing very much to see yo

edient

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