Christian fiction; Domestic fiction; Families -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
It was quite natural that Grace Kendall should have gone to see a
sick pupil after Sunday school. It was not natural that any pupil
would have lived out as far as Lamb’s Tavern; yet there were a
hundred and one ways she might have gone there against her plans. He
could question the messenger on the way and lose no time about it,
nor excite the curiosity of his family. That had perhaps been one of
Carey’s greatest cares all his life, amounting sometimes almost to a
vice, to keep his family from finding out anything little or great
connected with himself or anybody else. He had a code, and by that
code all things not immediately concerning people were “none of their
business.” His natural caution now caused him to get away from his
house at once and excite no suspicion of danger. Grace had written
to him rather than to her father with evident intention,—if she had
written at all, a question he had at once recognized, but not as yet
settled,—and it was easy to guess that she did not wish to worry her
parents unnecessarily. He was inclined to be greatly elated that she
had chosen him for her helper rather than some older acquaintance,
and this was probably the moving factor in prompting him to act at
once.
He would not have been the boy he was if he had not seen all these
points at the first flash. The only thing he did not see and would
not recognize was any danger to himself. He had always felt he could
ably take care of himself, and he intended to do so now. Moreover,
he expected and intended to return in time to go to that Christian
Endeavor meeting.
He glanced at his watch as he dropped into the seat, and immediately
sat forward, and prepared to investigate the situation. But the boy
who had brought the note, and who had seemingly scuttled around
to get into the front seat from the other side of the car, had
disappeared, and a glance backward at the rapidly disappearing
landscape gave no hint of his whereabouts. That was strange. He had
evidently intended to go along. He had said, “Come on!” and hurried
toward the car. Who was that kid, anyway? Where had he seen him?
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