"I do, I think, for some reasons. You choose the least pretentious
houses, every time, don't you? Don't care a bit for show places?"
"Not a bit," owned the girl.
"Here's one, now," Richard pointed it out. "The owner spent a lot of
money on that. Would you live in it?"
"Not--willingly."
Richard glanced at his grandfather. "I wonder just how much she would
suffer," he suggested, with sparkling eyes. "Suppose we should drive in
there and tell her we'd bought it!"
Mr. Kendrick turned to the figure in white at his side. The eyes of the
old man and the young woman met with understanding, and the two smiled
affectionately before the meeting was over. Richard looked on
approvingly. But he complained.
"I'd like one like that, myself," said he. "Robin has looked at me only
three times this morning, and once was when we met, for purposes of
identification!"
He had a glance of his own, then, and apparently it went to his head,
for he became more animated than ever in calling the party's attention
to each piece, of property passed by.
"These are all modern," he commented presently. "There's something about
your really old house that can't be copied.
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