Kimberly looked very comfortable in a Roman chair as he bent his eyes upon her. "Hardly a spot in Colorado escaped me this time. And I went to Piedmont----"
"To Piedmont?" cried Alice. "Oh, to see the little factory."
"To see the house you lived in when you were there."
"What possible interest could that poor cottage have for any one? You must have realized that we began housekeeping very modestly."
He brushed her suggestion away with a gesture.
"I wanted to see it merely because you had lived in it." He waited a moment. "Can't you understand that?"
"Frankly, I cannot."
"St. Louis was very interesting," he went on.
"Oh, I love St. Louis!" Alice exclaimed.
"So do I," assented Kimberly. "And in St. Louis I went to see the house you were born in. It was worth looking at; your father's house was a house of character and dignity----"