She only
really tried it once--and then spent the rest of the morning washing her
hair. Such a task--it's so heavy and curly--" Aunt Ruth suddenly stopped
talking about Roberta, as if it had occurred to her that this young man
looked altogether too interested in such trifles as the dressing of
certain thick, dark locks.
Presently, the mending over, the Grays were taken, according to promise,
back to the Christmas celebrations in the other house, and Richard,
returning to his grandfather, proposed, with some unwonted diffidence of
manner, that the two attend service together at St. Luke's.
The old man looked up at his grandson, astonishment in his face.
"Church, Dick--with you?" he repeated. "Why, I--" He hesitated. "Did the
little lady we entertained last night put that into your head?"
"She put several things into my head," Richard admitted, "but not that.
Will you go, sir? It's fully time now, I believe."
Matthew Kendrick's keen eyes continued to search his grandson's face, to
Richard's inner confusion. Outwardly, the younger man maintained an
attitude of dignified questioning.
"I am willing to go," said Mr.
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