“But where is his sunshine?”
“He finds that. He’s the best man to find sunshine I know. He is the sunshine himself.”
The “sunshine” came around the corner of the house, a long linen duster crowned with a soft gray felt hat; beneath the hat a tawny beard, and the bluest eyes shining through a tangle of eyebrows.
“I had given you up.”
“Never give me up,” said Roger in a sunshiny voice. “I’m always on hand, when I am not on foot. Miss Mackenzie, Mr. King. But, excuse me, you have seen each other in Bensalem.”
“I have had the pleasure of meeting Miss Mackenzie; I hope she has not forgotten me.”
“Judith never forgets. Will you let her go around and browse while we have our drive? Judith, you don’t mind staying alone?”
“It is not a very nice place for a lady to stay in,” the bachelor housekeeper hastened to say; “I fear I forget when sweeping-day comes, and I always forget to wash the dishes.”
“Judith will do that for you. Don’t forget, Judith,” he warned.
“The woman who comes once a week is ill, and has not been here for two weeks; I am really ashamed to have Miss Judith come into the house.”