And when I
showed her the way home, she insisted that I should walk home with
her. So I did--and the butler served us with tea and toast and
marmalade. Then she showed me all her wonderful things--and gave me
some of them. Oh, Mr. Bryce, she's so sweet. She had her maid dress
my hair in half a dozen different styles until they could decide on
the right style, and--"
"And that's it--eh, Moira?"
She nodded brightly.
"I can see that you and Miss Sumner evidently hit it off just right
with each other. Are you going to call on her again?"
"Oh, yes! She begged me to. She says she's lonesome."
"I dare say she is, Moira. Well, her choice of a pal is a tribute to
the brains I suspected her of possessing, and I'm glad you've gotten
to know each other. I've no doubt you find life a little lonely
sometimes."
"Sometimes, Mr. Bryce."
"How's my father?"
"Splendid. I've taken good care of him for you."
"Moira, you're a sweetheart of a girl. I don't know how we ever
managed to wiggle along without you." Fraternally--almost paternally
--he gave her radiant cheek three light little pats as he strode past
her to the private office. He was in a hurry to get to his desk, upon
which he could see through the open door a pile of letters and
orders, and a moment later he was deep in a perusal of them,
oblivious to the fact that ever and anon the girl turned upon him her
brooding, Madonna-like glance.
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