Her eyes looked black beneath their
dusky lashes, and her cheeks were brilliant with the touch of the winter
wind.
"When did you come? How did you find your father and mother?" inquired
Roberta demurely.
"Well and hearty as ever, and apparently glad to see their son--as he
was to see them. I've been devoting myself to them for three days now,
and mean to give them the whole week. It's only fair--isn't it?--after
being away so long. How fortunate for me that I should meet you; I might
not have found it out till I had missed much time."
"You've missed much time already," put in Uncle Rufus. "They came last
night."
"Put your hat on, Forbes," was Aunt Ruth's admonition as Westcott
continued to stand beside Roberta, exchanging question and answer
concerning the long interval which had intervened since they last met.
"Come over to supper to-night, and then you young people can talk
without danger of catching your death of cold."
Westcott laughed and accepted, but the hat was not replaced upon his
smooth, dark head until the sleigh had gone on.
"Subjects always keep uncovered before their queen," whispered Ruth in
Uncle Rufus's ear, and he laughed and nodded.
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