This roused her from her revery, and she called to her mother, --
"Why, I forgot to drop in at Jennie's this afternoon, as I promised."
"How annoying! When you know how sensitive she is and how angry she gets at any neglect."
"I can run out there now. It is light enough."
"But it will be dark in less than an hour. Louis, will you go out to Jennie's with Ruth?"
"Eh? Oh, certainly, if she wishes me."
"I wish you to come if you yourself wish it. I'll run in and get my hat and jacket while you decide."
Ruth came back in a few minutes with a jaunty little sailor hat on and a light gray jacket, which she handed to Louis to hold for her.
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but he had not been as idle as he appeared to have been.
not left him about a year before and without very much
pulled low over his deep-set weary eyes. I always wondered
She fascinated me. She seemed so direct, truthful, sympathetic.
that belief he had made no effort to find her after his
sad as failure itself. What thoughts! What moods! He was
personal dignity in the presence of others and knowing
emotions with which so many of us salve the memory of seemingly
in all the finer points of big game hunting. Of an evening
Catholic prayerbook from which he read prayers as familiar
in water. He just managed to get in under the sluice gate
vigorous and with a kind of tact and grace that was impressive.