Something rose in his throat, threatened
to rise in his eyes too, and feeling that his only safety lay in flight,
he muttered that he had an errand down town, caught up his hat and
worsted tippet, and ran out of the door, nearly knocking some one over
who stood upon the step. "Well, I like being welcomed with open arms,"
laughed a manly voice outside; "but there is such a thing as too hearty
a greeting, eh, Morton?" and the boy, too dazed to speak, re-entered the
room, followed by Mr. Robert Glendenning.
CHAPTER X.
ROBERT GLENDENNING.
Sara rose, with the now sleeping baby in her arms, and stood with the
firelight playing over her noble young form, and with something--was it
the firelight too?--flushing her sweet, sensitive face. She had no idea
what a picture she made, nor how fair she appeared in the eyes of the
young man in the doorway; for her thoughts were full of chagrin at what
seemed the untidiness of the room, with baby's clothes and the
children's books scattered about, and the fact that she had on an old,
worn dress, instead of the Boston cashmere. For she did not realize that
our most beautiful moments come from thoughts within, and are quite
independent of dress and adornment, and that to-night the struggle she
had been through made her expression so lovely, she had never been more
attractive.
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