“And I find things so tiresome.”
“Tiresome!” gasped the boy. “Here—in this house!”
“It seems strange to you, does it?” said she.
“Why you have everything in the world!” he cried.
“Yes, and I'm tired of everything.”
The boy was looking at her in wonder. “It's true,” she said. “Everybody I meet is uninteresting—they live such dull and stupid lives. I'm shut up here in this town—I've got to spend a whole month here this summer!”
Samuel gazed at her, and a wave of pity swept over him. He had felt for some time that she was not happy. So here was one more duty for him—he must help this beautiful young lady to a realization of her own good fortune.
The thought set him athrill. “Ah, but Miss Gladys!” he exclaimed. “Think how much good you do!”
“Good?” said she. “In what way?”
“Why—think of Sophie! How happy you've made her.”