Christian fiction; Families -- Fiction; Love stories
Indeed, Elizabeth was wild with delight. She wanted to hunt up some of
her mother's old Turkish rugs that were put away in dark closets, to
decorate the walls with pictures and bric-â-brac from her own room, and
to smother the place in flowering shrubs for the arrival of the
tenants; but her brother firmly forbade anything more being done. He
waited with fear and trembling for the time when the clear-eyed young
tenant should look upon the changes he had already made; for something
told him she would not stand charity, and there was a point beyond
which he must not go if he wished ever to see her again.
At last one morning he ventured to call her up on the telephone at her
office.
"My sister and I were thinking of going out to see how things are
progressing at the Glenside place," he said after he had explained who
he was. "I was wondering if you would care to come along and look
things over. What time do you get through at your office this
afternoon?"
"That is very kind of you, Mr. Graham," said Shirley, "but I'm afraid
that won't be possible. I'm not usually done until half-past five. I
might get through by five, but not much sooner, and that would be too
late for you."
"Not at all, Miss Hollister. That would be a very agreeable time. I
have matters that will keep me here quite late to-night, and that will
be just right for me. Shall I call for you, then, at five? Or is that
too soon?"
"Oh, no, I can be ready by then, I'm sure," said Shirley with
suppressed excitement. "You are very kind----"
"Not at all. It will be a pleasure," came the answer. "Then I will
call at your office at five," and the receiver clicked at the other
end, leaving Shirley in a whirl of doubt and joy.
How perfectly delightful! And yet ought she to go? Would mother think
it was all right? His little sister was going, but was it quite right
for her to accept this much attention even in a business way? It
wasn't at all customary or necessary, and both he and she knew it. He
was just doing it to be nice.
And then there was mother. She must send a message somehow, or mother
would be frightened when she did not come home at her usual time.
She finally succeeded in getting Carol at her school, and told her to
tell mother she was kept late and might not be home till after seven.
Then she flew at her work to get it out of the way before five o'clock.
But, when she came down at the appointed time, she found Carol sitting
excitedly in the back seat with Elizabeth, fairly bursting with the
double pleasure of the ride and of surprising her sister.
"They came to the school for me, and took me home; and I explained to
mother that I was going with you to look at a place we were going to
move to. I put on the potatoes, and put the meat in the oven, and
mother is going to tell George just what to do to finish supper when he
gets home," she exclaimed eagerly. "And, oh, isn't it lovely?"
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