You’re all such good cooks. ” He smiled at the naiveté of her suggestion. Words of encouragement and sympathy were addressed to Jack, who, as he looked around, beheld many a friendly glance fixed upon him. Whatever he did, she was bound to scream. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. Sorry I’m a bit late the first evening. ’ ‘How do you do?’ Gerald said pleasantly, stepping from the pillared portico and coming down the shallow stairway. In worldly matters Gay was not fortunate. Only a son’s another story. ” Her reverie broke, and she found herself still in front of the looking glass, a barrette hanging loosely from her hair.
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