The first thing upon which his eager glance fell was the bunch of
scarlet rose haws under the softly illumining radiance of the
drop-light. His eyes lighted, his lips broke into a smile--the lips
which had found it, all evening, so hard to smile with anything
resembling spontaneity.

Hat in hand, he addressed his treasure: "I've come back to stay with
you!" he said.




CHAPTER VI

UNSUSTAINED APPLICATION


"Mr. Kendrick, do you understand typewriting?"

Judge Gray's assistant looked up, a slight surprise on his face. "No,
sir, I do not," he said.

"I am sorry. These sheets I am sending to the Capitol to be looked over
and criticised ought to be typewritten. I could send them downtown, but
I want the typist here at my elbow."

He sat frowning a little with perplexity, and presently he reached for
the telephone. Then he put it down, his brow clearing. "This is
Saturday," he murmured. "If Roberta is at home--"