It's a new
interest," he admitted, smiling, "and I can't tell you what it means to
me."
She shook her head. "It sounds like a strange tale to me," said she,
"but I suppose it must be true. How much you have missed!"
"I'm just beginning to realize it. I never knew it till I began to come
here. I thought I was well enough off--it seems I'm pretty poor."
It was rather a strange speech for a young man of his class to make.
Possibly it indicated the existence of those "brains" with which his
grandfather had credited him.
"Well, Rob, do you think he had as dull a time as you said he would
have?"
The inquirer was Ruth. She stood, still in the corn-coloured frock, in
the doorway of her sister's room, from which her own opened. "Please
unhook me," she requested, approaching Roberta and turning her back
invitingly.
Roberta, already out of the blue-silk gown, released her young sister
from the imprisonment of her hooks and eyes.
"His manners are naturally too good to make it clear whether he had a
dull time or not," was Roberta's non-committal reply.
"I don't believe his manners are too good to cover up his being bored,
if he was bored," Ruth went on.
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