He put out a gentle hand to welcome her, and as she
took her place the two fell to laughing softly over the whole situation.
"Why," said Uncle Rufus, "for all I've slept for forty years in the same
room--and a pretty sizable room I've always thought it--I've never got
so I could plough a straight furrow through it in the dark. I reckon a
lifetime would be too short to get to know my way round this
plantation."
He could with difficulty be restrained from telling Richard about the
incident next morning, when that young man came to their rooms to escort
them down to breakfast.
"I'm glad to have somebody pilot me," Uncle Rufus declared, his eyes
twinkling as he followed after his wife, who leaned on Richard's arm. "A
man must have a pretty good sense of direction to keep his bearings in a
house as big as this."
Richard laughed. "It's rather a straight road to the dining-room. I
think I must have worn a path there since I came. Here we are--and
here's grandfather down before us. He's the first one in the house to be
up, always."
Matthew Kendrick advanced to meet his guests, shaking hands with great
cordiality.
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