The footsteps came nearer and nearer and----"
There was a gentle rat-tat-tat on the door. It was so gentle that
Luther thought his ears were deceiving him, for while he stopped
reading, he made no motion to rise, but sat listening. Again they
came, three polite taps, seeming to say, "I should like to get in, but
pray don't disturb yourself."
"Come in," shouted the old preacher, not even looking around, for he
still seemed to doubt his sense of hearing.
The door opened quietly and Mr. Robert Weston appeared before us. Mary
had slipped from her place to meet him, and in Weston's greeting to her
I had my first lesson in what the world calls manner. How clumsy
seemed my own excuses for coming at all, compared to his pleasure at
finding her at home! He had been looking forward all afternoon to
seeing her again. As he shook hands with Luther, he was so hearty that
the old man took his guest by the shoulders and declared fervidly that
he was rejoiced that he had come. Weston did not glare at Perry
Thomas, nor at me either.
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