wish she'd go there."

Clover could not help laughing. "I wish that people wouldn't persist in
calling Mrs. Watson my old lady," she thought.

Mrs. Marsh, a pleasant-looking person, came to meet them as they entered.
She showed Clover and Phil their rooms, which had been secured for them,
and then carried Mrs. Watson off to look at another which she could have
if she liked.

The rooms were on the third floor. A big front one for Phil, with a sunny
south window and two others looking towards the west and the mountains,
and, opening from it, a smaller room for Clover.

"Your brother ought to live in fresh air both in doors and out," said Dr.
Hope; "and I thought this large room would answer as a sort of sitting
place for both of you."

"It's ever so nice; and we are both more obliged to you than we can say,"
replied Clover, holding out her hand as the doctor rose to go. He gave a
pleased little laugh as he shook it.

"That's all right," he said. "I owe your father's children any good turn
in my power, for he was a good friend to me when I was a poor boy just
beginning, and needed friends. That's my house with the red roof, Miss
Clover. You see how near it is; and please remember that besides the care
of this boy here, I'm in charge of you too, and have the inside track of
the rest of the friends you are going to make in Colorado. I expect to be
called on whenever you want anything, or feel lonesome, or are at a loss
in any way. My wife is coming to see you as soon as you have had your