His eyes lighted, his lips broke into a smile--the lips
which had found it, all evening, so hard to smile with anything
resembling spontaneity.
Hat in hand, he addressed his treasure: "I've come back to stay with
you!" he said.
CHAPTER VI
UNSUSTAINED APPLICATION
"Mr. Kendrick, do you understand typewriting?"
Judge Gray's assistant looked up, a slight surprise on his face. "No,
sir, I do not," he said.
"I am sorry. These sheets I am sending to the Capitol to be looked over
and criticised ought to be typewritten. I could send them downtown, but
I want the typist here at my elbow."
He sat frowning a little with perplexity, and presently he reached for
the telephone. Then he put it down, his brow clearing. "This is
Saturday," he murmured. "If Roberta is at home--"
He left the room. In five minutes he was back, his niece beside him.
Richard Kendrick had not set eyes upon her for a fortnight; he rose at
her appearance and stood waiting her recognition. She gave it, stopping
to offer him her hand as she passed him, smiling. But, this little
ceremony over, she became on the instant the business woman.
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