He added the money that he earned
to the treasury of the Club so that there might always be enough there
to do a kind act whenever there should be a chance.
As he labored with the shaker and the noise of his struggles was sent
upward through the registers a voice called to him down the cellar
stairs.
"Ro-ger; Roger!"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Roger, wishing the old ladies would let him alone
until he had finished his work.
"Come up here, please, when you've done."
"Very well," he agreed, and went on with his racket.
When he went upstairs he found that the cause of his summons was the
arrival of a young man who was apparently about the age of Edward
Watkins, the doctor brother of Tom and Della.
"My nephew is a law student," said Miss Clark as she introduced the two
young people, "and I want him to know all of our neighbors."
"My name is Stanley Clark," said the newcomer, shaking hands cordially.
"I'm going to be here for a long time so I hope I'll see you often."
Roger liked him at once and thought his manner particularly pleasant in
view of the fact that he was several years older. Roger was so
accustomed to the companionship of Edward Watkins, who frequently joined
the Club in their festivities and who often came to Rosemont to call on
Miss Merriam, that the difference did not seem to him a cause of
embarrassment.
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