"I wish you wouldn't," protested Clover, laughing and coloring. "I never
was a belle in my life, and that's the second time you've called me that.
Nobody ever said such things to me in Burnet."

"Ah, you had to come to Colorado to find out how attractive you could be.
Burnet must be a very quiet place. Never mind; you sha'n't be teased,
Clover dear. Only don't let this trefoil of yours get to fighting with one
another. That good-looking cousin of yours was casting quite murderous
glances at poor Thurber Wade just now."

"Clarence is a dear boy; but he's rather spoiled and not quite grown up
yet, I think."

"When are you coming back from the Marshall Pass?" inquired Geoff, after
dinner, when Clarence had gone for the horses.

"On Saturday. We shall only be gone two days."

"Then I will ride in on Thursday morning, if you will permit, with my
field-glass. It is a particularly good one, and you may find it useful for
the distant views."

"When are you coming back?" demanded Clarence, a little later. "Saturday?
Then I sha'n't be in again before Monday."

"Won't you want your letters?"

"Oh, I guess there won't be any worth coming for till then."

"Not a letter from your mother?"