CHAPTER XX
“WHEN LOVERS MEET IN ADVERSE HOUR”
Rosemary quickly put on the olive green linsey suit in which she had crossed the sea, and the little round traveling cap in which she had ridden to the city, and hurried downstairs to join her uncle.
Her dress was not too warm for these late April days.
“Come, my little love,” said the old skipper, “I could not find a carriage for you on the stand, nor even at the livery stable around the corner; so there is nothing for us but to pack ourselves into a moving black hole they call a street car or to walk. I think by walking fast we could reach Capitol Hill sooner than by riding in one of these cars.”
“Let us walk, by all means,” promptly replied Rosemary.
Then went downstairs together and set out for a brisk rate down Pennsylvania Avenue.
It was a fine morning, with a bright sun, and a deep blue sky mottled lightly with feathery white clouds, as became an April day.
“You must keep up your heart, little girl,” said the old man, as they walked on.
“I do try to do so. I have trust in the Lord; and, under Him, in you, Uncle Gideon. But oh! when I think of how the news affected her, my heart almost dies in my breast,” sighed the girl.
“Mrs. Force, do you mean?”