They both declared they were
not in love with each other, and Katie was inclined to think this was
true. Miss Gladys had been away to a rich boarding school, and she
wanted to visit some friends at Newport; but her father wanted her to
stay with him, and that made her discontented. She was very beautiful,
and everybody was her slave. "But oh, I tell you, when she's angry!"
said Katie with a shake of her head.
This little Irish girl was a rare find for Samuel, because her brother
was the "fellow" to Miss Gladys's maid, and so there was nothing she
could not tell Samuel about his divinity. He learned about Miss
Gladys's beautiful party dresses, and about her wonderful riding
horse, and about her skill at tennis, and even her fondness for
chocolate fudge. Miss Gladys had been to Paris the summer before; and
her family had a camp in the Adirondacks, and they went there every
August in an automobile and flew about on a mountain lake in a motor-
boat the shape of a knife blade. Katie wanted to talk about Samuel a
part of the time, and even, perhaps, about herself; but Samuel plied
her with questions about Miss Wygant.
He had her two pictures folded away in his vest pocket; and all the
time that he trimmed the hedges he listened for the sound of her
horse's hoofs or for the chug of her motor. And then, one blissful
morning, when he was carrying in an armful of roses for the
housekeeper, he ran full upon her in the hall.
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