playing! We'll catch them at it. Here's an
open window."

Matthew Kendrick followed his grandson across the wide porch to a French
window opening into the living-room of the Gray home, at the opposite
end from that where stood the piano, and from which the strains of
'cello and harp were proceeding. The two advanced cautiously to take up
their position just within that far window, gazing down the room at the
pair at the other end.

Roberta, in hot-weather white, with a bunch of blue corn-flowers thrust
into her girdle, sat with her 'cello at her knee, her dark head bent as
she played. Ruth, a gay little figure in pink, was fingering her harp,
and the poignantly rich harmonies of Saint-Saeens' _Mon coeur s'ouvre a
ta voix_ were filling the room. Upon the great piano stood an enormous
bowl of summer bloom; the air was fragrant with the breath of it. The
room was as cool and fresh with its summer draperies and shaded windows
as if it were not fervid July weather outside.

Richard flung one exulting glance at his grandfather, for the sight was
one to please the eyes of any man even if he had no such interest in the
performers as these two had. The elder man smiled, for he was very happy
in these days, happier than he had been for a quarter of a century.

The music ceased with the last slow harp-tones, the 'cello's earlier
upflung bow waving in a gesture of triumph.

"Splendid, Rufus!" she commended. "You never did it half so well."

"She never did," agreed a familiar voice from the other end of the room,
and the sisters turned with a start. Richard advanced down the room, Mr.
Kendrick following more slowly.

"You look as cool as a pond-lily, love," said Richard, "in spite of this
July weather." His approving eyes regarded Roberta's cheek at close
range. "Is it as cool as it looks?" he inquired, and placed his own
cheek against it for an instant, regardless of the others present.

Roberta laid her hand in Mr. Kendrick's, and the old man raised it to
his lips, in a stately fashion he sometimes used.

"That was very beautiful music you were making," he said. "It seems a
pity to bring it to an end. Richard and I want you for a little drive,
to show you something which interests us very much. Will you go--and
will Ruth go, too?"

"Oh, do you really want me?" cried Ruth eagerly.

"Of course we want you, little sister," Richard told her.

"I'll get our hats," offered Ruth, and was off.

So presently the four had ta