hungry; pawned everything they would take and got shabby like this,” looking down disdainfully at herself, “but I didn’t steal, not even food. I would have starved first. Then I was arrested up here for stealing. I wasn’t guilty. Bender had no case, really; but he wouldn’t give me a square deal or listen to anything in my favor, because my record was against me. You can’t live down a record. There is no use trying.”
“Yes, there is!” he declared emphatically. “I have always thought a thief incurable, but I believe she could perform the miracle.”
“How old is she?” demanded Pen suddenly.
“I don’t know,” he answered vaguely, as if her age had never occurred to him before. “She has been married ten years.”
“Oh! Did she marry the right man?”
“She certainly did. Kingdon is a prince.”
“Any children?”
“Three; two little fellows as fine as are made, and a girl.”
“I adore children.”
“I am glad to hear you say that. Every good woman loves children.”
“And you really think there’s the makings of a good woman in me?”
“Yes; I think so,” he answered earnestly, “and if there’s but a spark of goodness in you, she will find it and fan it to a glow.”
She made a wry little grimace which fortunately he did not see.
“This goodness is nauseating me,” she thought. “I shall beat it back about to-morrow.”
“Look!” he cried, as the road made a sharp curve. “There it is!”
“You can lift your eyes to the hills! What a love of a place – way up on tiptoes. I’ll be the little fish out of water up there!”
Top Hill Tavern was on a small plateau at the summit of one of the hills. The ranch-house, long, low and fanciful in design, connected by a covered portico with the kitchen, dairies and buildings, was misleading in name, for a succession of higher hills was in sight. A vined pergola, flower gardens, swings, tennis courts and croquet grounds gave the place a most unranch-like appearance.
As they rode up to the entrance porch, a woman came out of the house, and instantly the big, appraising eyes of the little newcomer felt that here was a type unknown to her. She was slender, not very tall, but with a poise and dignity of manner that compelled attention. Her eyes were gray; her lashes, brows and hair quite dark. There was a serenity and repose of manner about her – the Madonna expression of gentleness – but with an added force.
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