He's a mighty clever chap, but I sometimes think
his blood is a little thin--like his body. I can't imagine his bothering
about a sick child at a hospital, can you? I've never seen him take a
minute's notice of Steve's pair; and they're little trumps, if ever
children were. Corporations are more in his line than children."
* * * * *
One thing leads to another in this interesting world. It was not two
days after this talk that Roberta herself had a private view of a little
affair which proved more illuminating to her understanding of a certain
fellow mortal than might have been all the evidence of other witnesses
than her own eyes.
Returning from school on one of the last days of the term, weary of
walls and longing for the soothing stillness and refreshment of
outdoors, Roberta turned aside some distance from her regular course to
pass through a large botanical park, originally part of a great estate,
and newly thrown open to the public. It was, as yet, less frequented
than any other of the city parks. Much of it, according to the decree of
its donor, a nature lover of discrimination, had been left in a state
not far removed from wildness, and it was toward this portion that
Roberta took her way; experiencing, with each step along a winding,
secluded path she had recently discovered, that sense of escape into
luxurious freedom which comes only after enforced confinement when the
world outside is at its most alluring.
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