He never saw her without feeling
that he would have liked just such a little sister. He would have done
much to please her, quite as he had followed her suggestion about the
church-going on Christmas Day.
"I'm rushing down to find a scarf of a certain colour for Rob,"
explained Ruth, too full of her commission to keep it to herself. "You
see, she's playing _Katherine_ to-night. The girl who was to have played
it--Ethel Revell--is ill. Do you know any of Miss Copeland's girls?
Olivia Cartwright plays _Petruchio_."
"Olivia Cartwright? Is she to be in some play? She's a distant cousin of
mine."
"It's a school play--Miss Copeland's school, where Rob teaches, you
know. The play is to be in the Stuart Hendersons' ballroom." And Ruth
made known the situation to a listener who gave her his undivided
attention.
"Well, well,--seems to me I should have had an invitation for that
play," mused Richard, searching his memory. "I wish I'd had one. I
should like to see your sister act _Katherine_. I suppose it's quite
impossible to get one at this late hour?"
"I'm afraid so. It's really not at all strange that any one is left out
of the list of invitations," Ruth hastened to make clear.
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