"Hoddy, Hoddy!… No, no! This is my father!" warned Ruth. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. But though the breach was large enough to admit him below, he could not squeeze his bulky person through the aperture into the Red Room. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. She'll be mighty interesting to watch.
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