I wouldn't be
a girl myself, not much; but I wouldn't have Rob anything else--I should
say not. Name's Roberta, you know, after father. She's a peach of a
sister, I tell you. Ruth's all right, too, of course, but she's
different. She's a girl all through. But Rob's half boy, or--I should
say there's just enough boy about her to make her exactly right, if you
know what I mean."
He looked inquiringly at Richard, who nodded gravely. "I think I get
something of your idea," he agreed. "It makes a fine combination, does
it?"
"I should say it did. You know a girl that's all girl is too much girl.
But one that likes some of the things boys like--well, it helps out a
lot. Through with the grapefruit, Mary," he added, over his shoulder, to
the maid. "Have you any brothers or sisters, Mr. Kendrick?" he inquired
interestedly, when he had assured himself that the clam broth with which
he was now served was unquestionably good to eat.
"Not one--living. I had a brother, but he died when I was a little
chap."
"That was too bad," said Ted with ready sympathy. He looked straight
across the table at Richard out of sea-blue eyes shaded by very heavy
black lashes, which, it struck Richard quite suddenly, were much like
another pair which he had had one very limited opportunity of observing.
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