Ruth Fielding Homeward Bound; Or, A Red Cross Worker's Ocean Perils

"And you once said, Heavy Stone, that you did not believe a poilu could love a fat girl!" Helen said it in something like awe. While Ruth's tea-urn bubbled cozily three pair of very bright eyes were bent above a tiny, iridescent spark which adorned the "heart finger" of the plumper girl's left hand.