A figure got hastily to its feet and came out into the hall to meet her
as she passed the door of the reception-room. "Miss Roberta!" said an
eager voice.
"Why, Mr. Westcott! I didn't know you were in town!"
"I didn't intend to be until next month, as you knew. But this wonderful
weather was too much for me."
He held her hand and looked down into her face from his tall height. He
told her what he thought of her appearance--in detail with his eyes, in
modified form with his lips.
"In my old school clothes?" laughed Roberta. "How draggy winter things
seem the first warm days. This velvet hat weighs like lead on my head
to-day." She took it off. "I'll run up and make myself presentable,"
said she.
"Please don't. You're exactly right as you are. And--I want you to go
for a walk if you're not too tired. The road that leads out by the West
Wood marshes--it will be sheer spring out there to-day. I want to share
it with you."
So Roberta put on her hat again and went to walk with Forbes Westcott
out the road that led by the West Wood marshes. There was not a more
romantic road to be found in a long way.
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