"I wonder where he's going to take us," speculated Rosamond, in a
flutter of anticipation. "Without doubt it will be somewhere that's
perfectly charming; he knows how to do such things. Of course it's all
for you, but I shall love to play chaperon, and Stevie and I shall have
a lovely time out of it. I haven't been on a horse since Dorothy came; I
hope I haven't grown too stout for my habit. What are you going to wear,
Rob? The blue cloth? You are perfectly irresistible in that! Do wear
that rakish-looking soft hat with the scarf; it's wonderfully becoming,
if it isn't quite so correct; and I'm sure Richard Kendrick won't take
us to any stupid fashionable hotel. He'll arrange an outdoor affair, I'm
confident, with the Kendrick chef to prepare it and the Kendrick
servants to see that it is served. Oh, it's such a glorious June day!
Aren't you happy, Rob?"
"If I weren't it would make me happy to look at you, you dear married
child," and Roberta kissed her pretty sister-in-law, who could be as
womanly as she was girlish, and whose companionship, with that of
Stephen's, she felt to be the most discriminating choice of chaperonage
Richard could have made.
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