"
It was the same corner, deserted now, where he had twice tried to keep
her elusive sister. Ruth was easier to manage, for she was genuinely
interested.
"Just this year," he explained, "I've found out why I've never cared for
Christmas. It's a beastly day to me. I spend it as I should Sunday--get
through with it somehow. At last I go out to dinner somewhere in the
evening, and so end the day."
"We all go to church on Christmas morning," Ruth told him. "That's a
lovely way to spend part of the morning, I think. It gives you the real
Christmas feeling. Don't you ever do it?"
He shook his head. "Never have; but I will to-morrow if you'll tell me
where you go."
"To St. Luke's. The service is so beautiful, and we all have been there
since we were old enough to go. I'm sure you'll like it. Wouldn't your
grandfather like to go with you?"
Richard stared at her. "Why, I shouldn't have thought of it. Possibly he
would. We never go anywhere together, to tell the truth."
"That's queer, when you're both so lonely. He must be lonely, too,
mustn't he?"
"I never thought about it," said the young man. "I suppose he is.
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