They overtook the
Braddocks at the corner of an avenue which led off to the residence
section of the town.
"You have heard?" asked David, as they turned in response to his call.
"You know what has happened?"
He could see that the girl had been crying. Mrs. Braddock's face was
white and set.
"Yes," said the older woman. "And you are going home, David?" She
spoke quietly.
"I--I don't know yet," he stammered. Christine's face had been
averted. Now she looked at him.
"You--oh, David, you don't really think of staying with us?" she
cried, her eyes glowing.
"You must not think of it, David," whispered her mother hastily. "Your
place is at Jenison Hall. You belong there. Lose no time, my dear boy,
in returning to your home."
They had come to a little park adjoining a church-yard where there
were benches. He led them to one of the seats farthest removed from
the pavement. Joey and Ruby strolled into the churchyard.
"I suppose I shall have to go back," said David gloomily. "For a few
days, at least. They will be expecting me. And the property is mine
now--and all that. But, Mrs. Braddock," he went on feverishly, "I am
coming back.
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