L. G."
"Naturally. Didn't the initials suggest the possibility?"
"No--eh--yes; that is, I hadn't thought about it," he floundered.
"It's funny how things come about sometimes, isn't it? I want you to
meet my aunt, Miss Morton, and my friend Mr. Spence. I am visiting
here."
Immediately the dainty Miss Cynthia was all smiles.
"So it is relatives that bring you to the Cape!" said she.
Robert Morton nodded. She seemed mollified.
"Didn't Roger write you that we had taken a house at Belleport for the
season?" she asked.
"No," replied Bob. "I haven't heard from him for weeks."
"He's a brute. Yes, we came down in May just after I got back from
California. We are crazy over the place. The family will be wild when
I tell them you are here. My brother," she went on, turning with a
pretty graciousness toward Celestina, "was Bob's roommate at Harvard.
In that way we came to know him very well and have always kept up the
acquaintance."
"Do you come from the West, same as my nephew does?" questioned
Celestina when there was a pause.
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