"You haven't been inviting Mr. Kendrick yourself, Rufus?"
"Why, how could I?" But the girl flushed rosily in a way which betrayed
her interest. "I just--wondered."
"How did you come to wonder? Have you seen him?"
Ruth being Ruth, there was nothing to do but to tell Roberta of the
encounter with Richard. "He said he was glad you were to play
_Katherine_, because he couldn't imagine you in boots," she added,
hoping this news might appease her sister. But it did nothing of the
sort.
"As if it made the slightest difference to him! But if he feels that
way, I wish I were to wear the boots, and I wish he might be there to
see me do it. As it is, I hope Mrs. Stuart Henderson will be deaf to his
audacity, if he dares to ask an invitation. It would be quite like him!"
"I don't see why--" began Ruth.
But Roberta interrupted her. "There are lots of things you don't see,
little sister," said she, with a swift and impetuous embrace of the
slender form beside her. Then she turned, frowned, flung out her arm,
and broke into one of _Katherine's_ flaming speeches:
_"'Why, sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak:
And speak I will: I am no child, no babe:
Your betters have endured me say my mind
And if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
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