A young girl was reading on the piazza when he opened the gate and walked up the path between the box hedges.
“Is my brother Rex here?” he said, pausing at the foot of the steps, his hat in his hand.
She had raised her head as the gate latch clicked, and now their eyes met. Even in that moment Roy noted how very pretty she was.
“You are the Roy that he sent the telegram to?” she exclaimed. Then paused suddenly, and blushed.
“Yes, I’m Roy, and I’ve had a hard time to find him. How is he?”
“He’s better. He was asleep just now. If you will come in I will call mother.”
“Rex has certainly fallen into good hands,” thought Roy when he was left alone.
Mrs. Raynor came out in a moment and greeted Roy most cordially.
“I’m glad you came,” she said. “It will do your brother good to see you,”
“You’ve been very, very kind to him,” answered Roy.