A slender young figure, in brown velvet with a tiny twig of holly
perched among furry trimmings, hurried up the steps and into the
vestibule. Richard met Ruth halfway, his face alight, his hand clasping
hers eagerly.
"I'm so sorry I am late," she whispered. "Oh, it's so fine of you to
come. Isn't it a lovely, lovely way to begin this Day--your and Rob's
day, too?"
He nodded, smiling down at her with eyes full of brotherly affection for
a most lovable girl. He followed her into the church and took his place
beside her, feeling that he would rather be here, just now, than
anywhere in the world.
It must be admitted that he hardly heard the service, except for the
music, which was of a sort to make its own way into the most abstracted
consciousness. But the quiet spirit of the place had its effect upon
him, and when he knelt beside Ruth it seemed the most natural thing in
the world to form a prayer in his heart that he might be a fit husband
for the wife he was so soon to take to himself. Once, during a long
period of kneeling, Ruth's hand slipped shyly into his, and he held it
fast, with a quickening perception of what it meant to have a pure young
spirit like hers beside him in this sacred hour.
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