He waited three days; and then he could wait no longer. The hunger to
see her was like a fire smoldering in him.
In the morning, at eleven o'clock, he went to the house and Sophie
came to the door. "I'll tell her you're here," said she, understanding
at once. She ran upstairs, and came back telling him to come. "And
she's glad, Samuel!" exclaimed the child.
"Won't you come, too?" he asked blunderingly.
"No, she told me not to," was Sophie's reply.
So he went upstairs to Miss Wygant's own sitting room, and found her
in a morning gown, even more beautiful than the one she had worn
before.
"You don't know how glad I am to see you," she said.
Samuel admitted that he didn't know; and he added, "And I don't know
why you should be, Miss Gladys."
Miss Gladys stood looking at him. "You find things interesting, don't
you?" she asked.
"Why, yes, Miss Gladys," he replied.
"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.
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