"That was very beautiful music you were making," he said. "It seems a
pity to bring it to an end. Richard and I want you for a little drive,
to show you something which interests us very much. Will you go--and
will Ruth go, too?"
"Oh, do you really want me?" cried Ruth eagerly.
"Of course we want you, little sister," Richard told her.
"I'll get our hats," offered Ruth, and was off.
So presently the four had taken their places in Mr. Kendrick's car, its
windows open, its luxurious winter cushioning covered with dust-proof,
cool-feeling materials. Richard sat opposite Roberta, and it was easy
for her to see by the peculiar light in his eyes that there was
something afoot which was giving him more than ordinary joy in her
companionship. His lips could hardly keep themselves in order, the tones
of his voice were vibrant, his glance would have met hers every other
minute if she would have allowed it.
The car rolled along a certain aristocratic boulevard leading out of the
city, past one stately residence after another. As the distance became
greater from the centre of affairs, the places took on a more and more
comfortable aspect, with less majesty of outline, and more home-likeness.
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