The evening was gone before he knew it.  He could secure no more dances with Roberta, but he had one with Ruth, during which he made up for his silence with her sister by exchanging every comment possible during their exhilarating occupation.  He began it himself: 

“It’s a real sorrow to me, Miss Ruth, to be warned that this party is nearly over.”

“Is it, Mr. Kendrick?  It would be to me if to-morrow weren’t Christmas Day.  It’s worth having this stop to get to that.  You see, to-night we hang up our stockings.”

“Good heavens, Miss Ruth—­where?  Not in front of any one chimney?”

“No, each in our own room, at the foot of the bed.  The things that won’t go into the stockings are on the breakfast-table.”

“I’ll think of you when I’m waking to my solitary dressing.  I never hung up my stocking in my life.”

“You haven’t!” Ruth’s tone was all dismay.  “But you must have had heaps of Christmas presents?”

“Oh, yes, I’ve a friend or two who present me with all sorts of interesting articles I seldom find a use for.  And when I was a little chap I remember they always had a tree for me.”

“I don’t care much for trees,” Ruth confided.  “I like them better in shop windows than I do at home.  But to hang up your stocking and then find it all stuffed and knobby in the morning, with always something perfectly delightful in the toe for the very last!  Oh, I love it!”

“I wish I were a cousin of yours, so I could look after that toe present myself,” said Richard daringly.

“You do miss a lot of fun, not having a jolly family Christmas like ours.”

“I’m convinced of it.  See here, Miss Ruth, there’s something I want you to do for me if you will.  When you waken to-morrow morning send me—­a Christmas thought.  Will you?  I’ll be looking for it.”

Ruth drew back her head in order to look up into his face for an instant.  “A Christmas thought?” she repeated, surprised.

He nodded.  “As if I were a brother, you know, far away at the other side of the world—­and lonely.  I’ll really be as far away from all your merry-making as if I were at the other side of the world, you see—­and I’m not sure but I’ll be as lonely.”

“Why, Mr. Kendrick!  You—­lonely!  I can’t believe it!” Ruth almost forgot to keep step in her surprise.  “But—­of course, just you and your grandfather!  Only—­I’ve heard how popular—­”

She paused, not venturing to tell him all she had heard of his gay and fashionable friends and how they were always inviting and pursuing him.  “Are you always lonely at Christmas?” she ended.

“Always; though I’ve never realized what was the matter with me till this year.  Do you care about finishing this dance?  Let’s stop in this nice corner and talk about it a minute.”

It was the same corner, deserted now, where he had twice tried to keep her elusive sister.  Ruth was easier to manage, for she was genuinely interested.