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"I knew you'd think of the right thing to end up the lark with." He looked across at Richard with a proud and happy face. "Didn't I tell you she was a peach of a sister?" he challenged his guest. Richard nodded. "You certainly did," he said. "And I see no occasion to question the statement." His eyes met Roberta's.
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.
"I can't imagine Miss Roberta's failing in anything she chose to attempt," was his joyous comment. "She certainly failed in that." Aunt Ruth seemed rather pleased herself at the thought. "But then she didn't really go into it seriously it was because Louis put her up to it told her she couldn't do it. She only really tried it once and then spent the rest of the morning washing her hair.
"You've got to try for senior dramatics." "Do you really think I could get a part?" asked Roberta coolly. "I think you might," said Betty, amazed beyond words by Roberta's ready acquiescence. "You probably won't get anything big," she added cautiously. "There are such a lot of people in our class who can act. But the girls say that the only way to get a small part is to try for a big one.
Ef dere is a man in your room, he shall shar de fate ob dat villain dat I've 'spected ob bein' a tief afore. An' he went an' looken in Missy Roberta's room. In a few moments he come back an' say, 'Dere was a man dar, but he 'scape troo de winder on de verandy-roof. Ef I kin discober 'im he shall die too. Den he say, grave an' sad-like: 'Ladies, dere is bad men in eb'ry army.
"Do you really think that would help?" Roberta's eyes laughed humorously. "I'm not thinking of the others, I'm thinking of myself," declared the young man, boldly. "I don't want you to go before I return. You must not! If you go, I I shall follow you." He grasped her hand impulsively. "Oh!" exclaimed the chaperon. "This makes it even more impossible. Go! Go!"
There was a half-hearted "Sure" from two or three voices, another awkward pause, and then Marjorie turned swiftly and with serpentlike intensity to Warren. "Would you mind running me down to the cleaners?" she asked. "I've simply got to get a dress there before supper. Roberta's driving right home and she can take the others." Warren stared abstractedly at some infinite speck out the window.
Ideas might have changed, but they had not. Since the last time they had curtsied to the beloved late Queen, in about 1879, she believed new rules had been made, but the La Sarthe had nothing to do with such things! Halcyone caught Miss Roberta's piteous, subdued eye, and smiled a tender, kind smile. With years her understanding of her ancient aunts had grown.
If the child learned Greek from a professor and could pick up a few of Roberta's songs as an accomplishment, she might do well enough and a governess in the house, in spite of the money paid by Mr. Anderton to keep her, was a continual gall and worry to them. Halcyone knew very little about her stepfather.
Then there were the grave words of the clergyman, and his own voice responding and sounding curiously unlike his own, of course, as the voice of the bridegroom has sounded in his own ears since time began. Then Roberta's how clearly she spoke, bless her!
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