Roberta had been drawn a little away by her husband's best man, who had
something to tell her which he had reserved for this hour.
"Mrs. Kendrick," he was beginning--at which he was bidden to remember
that he had known the girl Roberta for many years; and so began again,
smiling with gratitude:
"Roberta, have you any idea what is happening in Eastman to-night?"
"Indeed I haven't, Hugh. Anything I ought to know of?"
"I think it's time you did. Every employee in our store is sitting down
to a great dinner, served by a caterer from this city, with a Christmas
favour at every plate. The place cards have a K and G on them in
monogram. There are such flowers for decorations as most of those people
never saw. I don't need to tell you whose doing this is."
He had the reward he had anticipated for the telling of this
news--Roberta's cheek coloured richly, and her eyes fell for a moment
to hide the surprise and happiness in them.
"That may seem like enough," he went on gently, "but it wasn't enough
for him. At every children's hospital in this city, and in every
children's ward, there is a Christmas tree to-night, loaded with gifts.
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