"Young Mr. Kendrick," said she, "couldn't wish, Ruth, for a more
powerful advocate than you. To have you approve him, after seeing him
under more intimate circumstances than we are likely to do, must commend
him to our good will. To tell the frank truth, I have been rather afraid
to admit him to my good graces, lest there be really no great force of
character, or even promise of it, behind that handsome face and winning
manner. But if you see the signs--as you say--we must look more
hopefully upon him."
"She's not the only one who sees signs," asserted Judge Gray. "He's
coming on--he's coming on well, in his work with me. He's learning
really to work. I admit he didn't know how when he came to me. Something
has waked him up. I'm inclined to think," he went on, with a mischievous
glance toward the end of the room where sat the noiseless musicians, "it
might have been my niece Roberta's shining example of industry when she
spent a day with us in my library, typing work for me back in October.
Never was such a sight to serve as an inspiration for a laggardly young
man!"
There was a general laugh, and all eyes were turned toward that end of
the room devoted to the users of the musical instruments.
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