Part 18 (2/2)
”Come along, dear, and I'll cancel my pa.s.sage, and then I'll go home with you and tell you what all this means to me. I can't very well here.”
Then, as he glanced about, he inquired: ”How did you get here, Bobs? Did you come alone?”
”No, Ralph brought me.” Her conscience rebuked her, for she had completely forgotten the existence of her other friend. ”He was as hurt as I was because you were going away without seeing him,” she told d.i.c.k.
”Poor old Ralph,” was all he said. ”I certainly am sorry for him, but I suppose it can't be helped.”
”Sorry for Ralph? Why?” Roberta's expression of surprised inquiry was so frank that the lad knew his pal had never spoken of his love.
d.i.c.k was even more puzzled when, upon reaching the dock, he saw his friend Ralph leap toward them with hands outstretched. Joyfully he exclaimed: ”Great. I know by your radiant faces that you've made up. I congratulate you both. I certainly am glad that we made it on time.” Then after a hearty hand-shaking: ”What put that wild notion of flight into your head, old man? You can't get rid of us that easy, can he, Bobs? My detective-partner here has been telling me that she has been engaged to you ever since she wore pinafores, or was it a little later?”
Roberta laughed. ”I believe I had on a riding habit that day, didn't I, d.i.c.k?”
Ralph turned away after a fleeting glance at the girl's face as it was uplifted to his roommate. He had not dreamed that she could be as beautiful as that expression of love had made her.
d.i.c.k was replying, ”Oh, it doesn't much matter when it happened, dear.
The big thing is that it did happen at all.”
Then, when they were in the big green car (the front seat was wide enough to hold all three of them), d.i.c.k began to ask questions.
”How is Gwen now?” was the first of them. He was pleased to hear that the girl, but a year Roberta's senior, was much better and visiting his sister, Phyllis.
Then it was that Bobs thought of something. ”Why, Ralph,” she said, ”you never did have an opportunity to meet my beautiful sister, Gwendolyn, did you? She hasn't been strong enough to visit with strangers, and now she has gone away for a whole month.”
d.i.c.k smiled as he said to the driver: ”Bobs is giving herself a compliment when she calls Gwendolyn beautiful, for the family resemblance between the two girls is very striking.”
Roberta laughed. ”I should say that it must be, d.i.c.k. Did I ever write you about the time a stage manager thought that I _was_ Gwen, and I actually had to do a song and dance? I laugh every time I think of it.
Gloria said afterwards that it was a natural mistake, for though I am not as sylph-like as my sister, we do look very much the same.”
Ralph smiled, but he made no response. His thought was commenting: ”As though anyone could be like you, Bobs.”
It was noon when the Pensinger mansion was reached, and Roberta told the lads that she wasn't going to ask them in just then, as she had to do some writing for Mr. Jewett that must be delivered that afternoon, but she invited them both to supper, if they weren't afraid to eat her cooking. d.i.c.k said he certainly would reappear as soon as she would permit him to come, but Ralph had an engagement with his Dad. As that was not unusual, Bobs did not think that this time it was an excuse to remain away, as indeed it was.
Roberta turned at the house door to wave to the lads in the car that was starting away. Vaguely she wondered what they would talk about. How little she knew of the aching heart that one of them was so bravely trying to hide.
CHAPTER XXVII.
REVELATIONS THAT DO NOT REVEAL
The two lads who were close as brothers rode for some time in silence after having left Roberta at the Pensinger mansion. It took skillful driving to cross the crowded streets at First, Second and Third, but after that the way was open to Central Park and, when at last they were riding down one of the wide, tree-shaded avenues, Ralph turned his gaze from the road and smiled at his friend.
The eyes of d.i.c.k were searching.
”And all this means what, to you?” he asked earnestly.
”That I wrote the letter to which you are referring, hastily, on an impulse, before I was really acquainted with Miss Vandergrift. I know now that she isn't the girl for me, and I also know that she _is_ the girl for you, and I sincerely congratulate you both. Now I say, d.i.c.k, you aren't going to spoil my plans for a house party in the Orange Hills by bolting, are you? Ma Mere will be back tomorrow, and she wrote that I might have my friends for a week as soon as the house has been aired out.
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