He threw it open,
disclosing hampers. "Here is our supper, I expect. Are you hungry? It's
up to us to serve it. I didn't have the man stay; I thought it would be
more fun to see to things ourselves."
"A thousand times more," Rosamond assured him, looking to Roberta for
confirmation, who nodded, smiling.
They fell to work. Hats were removed, riding skirts were fastened out of
the way, hampers were opened and the contents set forth. Everything that
could possibly be needed was found in the hampers, even to coffee,
steaming hot in the vacuum bottles as it had been poured into them.
"Some other time we'll come up and rough it," Richard explained, when
Stephen told him he was no true camper to have everything prepared for
him in detail like this; "but to-night I thought we'd spend as little
time in preparations as possible and have the more of the evening. It
will be a Midsummer Night's Dream on this hill to-night," said he, with
a glance at Roberta which she would not see.
Presently they sat down, Roberta finding herself opposite their host,
with the necessity upon her of eating and drinking like a common mortal,
though she was dwelling in a world where it seemed as if she did not
know how to do the everyday things and do them properly.
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