"Why do you ask?
But do sit down, Grace." "I'm so glad," sighed Grace, sitting on the edge of the chair, "because she overheard something that I wish to tell you first." "I don't understand," was Ruth's perplexed answer.
"I don't blame you for not understanding," smiled Grace.

Then she rose, and, crossing the room, put her hands on her friend's shoulder.

"Ruth," she said gently, "if you might have one wish granted to you, what would you wish ?" "To find my father," was the instant reply.
"That is what I thought you would say," returned Grace quietly.

"Can you bear good news ?" "Yes." Ruth's face had turned very white.

She pulled one of Grace's hands from her shoulder, holding it in hers.