They surveyed it with pride, and Rosalind said, "I am just crazy to show it to somebody. Where is Katherine?"
But Maurice thought it wouldn't be fair to the others to show it to her first.
The rain continued to patter against the window. Rosalind sat with her elbows on the table, and her chin in her hands, watching Maurice as he folded the sheet of legal-cap paper on which the constitution was written, and placed it in the book.
"Maurice," she said suddenly, lifting her eyes to the benevolent face of the bank president, "do you know Miss Celia Fair?"
"Miss Celia? Why, of course I do."
"Everybody seems to know everybody in Friendship. It's funny," Rosalind commented thoughtfully. "Then you can tell me just what sort of a person she is."
"She is tip-top; I like Miss Celia," Maurice replied, with emphasis.
"Do you think she is kind?"
"Yes, indeed. The day I felt so badly about not going fishing,—the day you spoke to me through the hedge,—she came in and sat on the step and tried to cheer me up. Oh, yes, Miss Celia is kind."
"But do you think she would be kind to some one she didn't know?" Rosalind persisted.