Connie’s eyes were filled with soft eagerness as she greeted Donald’s mother. The glow in Donald’s face as he spoke to Connie was poignantly significant of his deep love for her. But Connie, to his consternation and dismay, met his ardent glances with a look of cold indifference.
Since Connie’s arrival Janet’s features held a look of disquietude, but she acknowledged the introduction to Donald’s parents with a radiant smile.
A moment later, Connie, with skirts held high, was running down the railroad track.
“Going after her horse,” smiled Wainwright in answer to Donald’s question.
“Will you have dinner with us?” invited Donald.
“Yes, thank you,” responded Wainwright. “We will sleep in the car to-night,” he continued, “but Constance insists that we must return to the old home as soon as possible. She has been busy drawing plans for a chalet she intends building on the bluff.”
Connie returned with the old trapper, the latter leading Pegasus.
At dinner Connie showed no signs of her former shyness. She was as self-possessed, calm and perfectly poised as a goddess. A glad light filled her eyes as Gillis and his crew of “redshirts” filed into the big dining-room. She sprang to her feet and greeted them joyfully, shaking hands with each and everyone.
“I’m so glad to see you, Jack,” she smiled.
The big logger took her tiny hand in his. “We’re sure glad to have you with us agin, Connie.”