Mamma, this is Mr.
Major Grover, the one who kept Uncle Jed from being spied, over at the flying place that day when I found the plan paper and he made a shingle boat sail out of it." Ruth came forward.

She had been walking along the edge of the bluff, looking out over the tumbled gray and white water, and the late October wind had tossed her hair and brought the color to her cheeks.

She put out her hand.
"Oh, yes," she said.

"How do you do, Major Grover?
I have heard a great deal about you since the day of Babbie's picnic.

I'm sure I owe you an apology for the trouble my small daughter must have caused that day." She and the major shook hands.