within the rough husk of Uncle Jabez, after all.

"I did not live near here," Ruth said, quietly. "But my papa and mama
did. I came from Darrowtown."

Aunt Alviry opened wide her bright brown eyes, and still stared in
wonder.

"My mother's name was Mary Potter, and she was Mr. Potter's niece. So
he is my great-uncle."

"Bless us and save us!" ejaculated Aunt Alviry, again, shaking her
head. "I never heard a word of it-- never! I 'member Mary Potter, and
a sweet, pretty child she was. But Jabez never had no fondness for any
of his kin. You-- you are all alone in the world, child?"

"All alone save for Uncle Jabez."

She had come near to the old woman again. As she dropped quietly on
her knees Aunt Alviry gathered her head close to her bosom; but Ruth
did not weep any more. She only said:

"I know I shall love you very, very much, dear Aunt Alvirah. And I
hope I shall help your back and your bones a great deal, too!"

CHAPTER VIII

HOARDING UP: PASSIONS-- MONEY-- WATER

This was Ruth Fielding's introduction to the Red Mill, its occupants,