"I was so awfully lonely," said Ronald, sitting down beside her, "that I
came here. You do not mind, Joe, do you?"
"Mind? No! I am very glad. It must be dreadfully lonely for you at the
hotel. What have you been doing with yourself?"
"Oh--trying to read. And then, I was thinking about you."
"That is not much of an occupation. See how industrious I am. I have been
reading the 'Life and Writings of Rufus Choate.' I am getting to be a
complete Bostonian."
"Have you read it all? I never heard of him. Who was he?"
"He was an extremely clever man. He must have been very nice, and his
speeches are splendid. You ought to read them."
"Joe, you are going to be a regular blue-stocking! The idea of spending
your time in reading such stuff. Why, it would be almost better to read
the parliamentary reports in the 'Times!' Just fancy!" Ronald laughed at
the idea of any human being descending to such drudgery.
"Don't be silly, Ronald. You do not know anything about it," said Joe.
"Oh, it is of no use discussing the question," answered Ronald.
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