And lastly, he
was a good, devoted son and was susceptible of development into a
congenial and wholly acceptable comrade to a young lady absolutely
lacking in other means of amusement.
She finished her breakfast in thoughtful silence; then she went to
the telephone and called up Bryce at his home. Mrs. Tully, all
aflutter with curiosity, was quite insistent that Shirley should
leave her name and telephone number, but failing to carry her point,
consented to inform the latter that Mr. Bryce was at the office. She
gave Shirley the telephone number.
When the girl called the Cardigan Redwood Lumber Company, Bryce
answered. He recognized her voice instantly and called her name
before she had opportunity to announce her identity.
"Thank you so much for the beautiful roses, Mr. Cardigan," she began.
"I'm glad you liked them. Nobody picks flowers out of our garden, you
know. I used to, but I'll be too busy hereafter to bother with the
garden."
"Very well. Then I am not to expect any more roses?"
"I'm a stupid clodhopper. Of course you may. By the way, Miss Sumner,
does your uncle own a car?"
"I believe he does--a little old rattletrap which he drives himself."
"Then I'll send George over with the Napier this afternoon. You might
care to take a spin out into the surrounding country.
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