Robert Gray and
his wife had ceased; Stephen had laid down his book; Ruth had stopped
plucking at her harp strings; and only Roberta still seemed interested
in anything but Aunt Ruth and her experiences and opinions.
"I mended his socks and gloves for him," announced Aunt Ruth
contentedly. "You needn't tell me they don't miss a woman's hand about
the house, over there."
"She mended Rich Kendrick's socks and gloves!" murmured Louis, with a
laughing, incredulous glance at Rosamond, who lifted delighted eyes to
him. "I can't believe it. He must have made holes in them on purpose."
"Why, not even a spendthrift would do that!" Aunt Ruth promptly denied
the possibility of such folly. "I don't say but they are lavish with
things there. Rufus and I were a good deal bothered by all their lights.
We couldn't seem to get them all put out. And every time we put them
out, anywhere, somebody'd turn them on again for us."
Uncle Rufus broke in here, narrating their experience with the various
switch-buttons in the suite of rooms, and the company laughed until they
wept over his comments.
"But all that's neither here nor there," said he, finally.
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