Richard sat down with little Gordon Gray on his knee, and then ensued
such a conversation between the two, such a frolic of games and smiles,
as his mother could only regard in wonder.
"He never makes friends easily," she said. "I can't understand it. You
must have had plenty of experience with little children somehow, in
spite of those statements about your never having seen a family like
ours before."
"I never held a child like this one before in my life," said Richard
Kendrick. He looked up at her as he spoke.
"If Roberta could see him now," thought Mrs. Stephen, "she wouldn't be
so hard on him. No man who isn't worth knowing can win a baby's
confidence like that. I think he has one of the nicest faces I ever
saw--even though it isn't lined with care." Aloud she said: "It
surprises me that you should care to begin now."
"It's one of those new experiences I'm getting from time to time under
this roof; that's the only way I can account for it. I never even
guessed at the pleasure of making the acquaintance of a small chap like
this. But I've no right to keep you while I taste new experiences. Thank
you for this one.
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