I have a plan which I am hoping you will let me carry out, whatever
answer you are going to give me. If you will allow it I will ask Mr. and
Mrs. Stephen Gray to go with us on a long horseback ride this afternoon,
to have supper at a place I know. I could take you all in my car if you
prefer, but I hope you will not prefer it. You have never seemed like a
motoring girl to me every other one I know is--and ever since I saw you
on Colonel last November I've been hoping to have a ride with you. If I
can have it to-day--Midsummer--it will be a dream fulfilled. If only I
dared hope my other--and dearer--dream were to come true! Roberta, are we
really so different? I have thought a thousand times of your "_stout
little cabin on the hilltop_," where you would like to spend "_the worst
night of the winter_." All alone? "_Well, with a fire for company,
and--perhaps--a dog_." But not with a good comrade? "_There are so
few good comrades--who can be tolerant of one's every mood_." You were
right; there are few. And--this one might not be so clever as to
understand every mood of yours, but--Roberta, Roberta--he would love you
so much that you wouldn't mind if he didn't always understand.
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