I should like to
see this wonderful new store, to be sure."
"We'll go any pace you like, sir. I've been looking for a day when you
could make the trip safely, and this is it." He glanced at the letters.
"Could you be ready in--half an hour?"
"As soon as I can dictate four short replies. Ring for Mr. Stanton,
please, and I'll soon be with you."
Richard went out as his grandfather's private secretary came in.
Although Matthew Kendrick no longer felt it necessary to go to his
office in the great store every day, he was accustomed to attend to a
certain amount of selected correspondence, and ordinarily spent an hour
after breakfast in dictation to a young stenographer who came to him for
the purpose.
Within a half hour the two were off, Mr. Kendrick being quite as alert
in the matter of dispatching business and getting under way toward fresh
affairs as he had ever been. It was with an expression of interested
anticipation that the old man, wrapped from head to foot, took his place
in the long, low-hung roadster, beneath the broad hood which Richard had
raised, that his passenger might be as snug as possible.
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