girl.

"Do you like to see the sun rise?" asked Florence.

"Yes, I think I do," replied Madeline, thoughtfully. "Frankly, I
have not seen it for years."

"We have beautiful sunrises, and sunsets from the ranch are
glorious."

Long lines of pink fire ran level with the eastern horizon, which
appeared to recede as day brightened. A bank of thin, fleecy
clouds was turning rose. To the south and west the sky was dark;
but every moment it changed, the blue turning bluer. The eastern
sky was opalescent. Then in one place gathered a golden light,
and slowly concentrated till it was like fire. The rosy bank of
cloud turned to silver and pearl, and behind it shot up a great
circle of gold. Above the dark horizon gleamed an intensely
bright disk. It was the sun. It rose swiftly, blazing out the
darkness between the ridges and giving color and distance to the
sweep of land.

"Wal, wal," drawled Stillwell, and stretched his huge arms as if
he had just awakened, "thet's somethin' like."

Florence nudged Madeline and winked at her.

"Fine mawnin', girls," went on old Bill, cracking his whip.
"Miss Majesty, it'll be some oninterestin' ride all mawnin'. But
when we get up a bit you'll sure like it. There! Look to the