"Read it, Ruth.

Oh, I am so glad for your sake.

Three more hours and you will see him.

It seems like a fairytale." Ruth stood still, reading the telegram over and over: "Arrive Overton 2:40.

Will you and Ruth meet me?
Arthur N.Denton." "And to think," said Arline, in awe-stricken tones, "that Ruth is actually going to see her father!" "My very own father." The tenderness in Ruth's voice brought the tears to Arline's blue eyes.