Roberta looked, and nodded delightedly. "It certainly is, only still
wider and higher. What a splendid one! And what a room! Oh, how could
they leave it? Imagine it furnished, and lived in."
"Imagine it! And a great fire on this hearth. It would take in an
immense log, wouldn't it?"
"Poor hearth!" She turned again to it, and her glance sobered. "So cold
now, even on a July day, after having been warmed with so many fires."
"Shall we warm it?" He took an eager step toward her. "Shall we build
our own home fires upon it?"
Startled, she stared at him, the blue of her eyes growing deep. He
smiled into them, his own gleaming with satisfaction.
"Richard! What do you--mean?"
"What I say, darling. Could you be happy here? Should you like it better
than the Kendrick house?--gloomy old place that that is!"
"But--your grandfather! We--we couldn't possibly leave him lonely!"
"Bless your kind heart, dear--we couldn't. Shall we make a home for him
here?"
"Would he be content?"
"So content that he's only waiting to know that you like it, and he'll
tell you so. The plan is this, Robin--if you approve it.
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