"Look, there are all kinds of white linens; let's stop
and ask."
With a word of explanation, Roberta delayed at the counter Ruth had
indicated, making inquiry for the goods she sought. It chanced that this
department was next to an inclosure which was partially of glass, the
new office of the firm. The old firm had had no office, only a desk in a
dark corner. In this place two men were talking. One was facing the
store, his glance even as he spoke upon the way things were going
outside; the other's back was turned. But Ruth, gazing interestedly
around as her sister examined linens, discovered something familiar
about the set of one of the heads just beyond the glass partition,
though she could not see the face. When this head was suddenly thrown
back with a peculiar motion she had noted when its owner was
particularly amused over something, Ruth said to herself: "Why, that's
Mr. Richard Kendrick! What in the world is he doing out here at
Eastman?"
As if she had called him Richard turned about and his look encountered
Ruth's. The next instant he was out of the glass inclosure and at her
side. Roberta, hearing Ruth's low but eager, "Why, Mr.
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