Christian fiction; Families -- Fiction; Love stories
What that ride was to Shirley she hardly dared let herself think
afterwards. Sitting cozily beside Graham in the little racing car,
gliding through the better part of town where all the tall, imposing
houses slept with drawn blinds, and dust-covered shutters proclaimed
that their owners were far away from heat and toil. Out through wide
roads and green-hedged lanes, where stately mansions set in flowers and
mimic landscapes loomed far back from road in dignified seclusion.
Passing now and then a car of people who recognized Graham and bowed in
the same deferential way as they had done in the tea-room. And all the
time his eyes were upon her, admiring, delighting; and his care about
her, solicitous for her comfort.
Once he halted the car and pointed off against the sunset, where wide
gables and battlemented towers stood gray amidst a setting of green
shrubbery and trees, and velvety lawns reached far, to high, trim
hedges arched in places for an entrance to the beautiful estate.
"That is my home over there," he said, and watched her widening eyes.
"I wish I had time to take you over to-night, but I know you are tired
and ought to get home and rest. Another time we'll go around that
way." And her heart leaped up as the car went forward again. There
was to be another time, then! Ah! But she must not allow it. Her
heart was far too foolish already. Yet she would enjoy this ride, now
she was started.
They talked about the sunset and a poem he had lately read. He told
her bits about his journey, referring to his experience at the mines,
touching on some amusing incidents, sketching some of the queer
characters he had met. Once he asked her quite abruptly if she thought
her mother would be disturbed if he had a cement floor put in the
basement of the barn some time soon. He wanted to have it done before
cold weather set in, and it would dry better now in the hot days. Of
course, if it would be in the least disturbing to any of them it could
wait, but he wanted to store a few things there that were being taken
out of the office buildings, and he thought they would keep drier if
there was a cement floor. When she said it would not disturb any one
in the least, would on the contrary be quite interesting for the
children to watch, she was sure, he went easily back to California
scenery and never referred to it again.
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