"Isn't that the prettiest thing you ever saw?" she asked, glancing at him over her shoulder
"It is," said Percival, emphatically. His judgment about the becomingness of the color had, us usual, been unerring.
"I should be no end grateful," he said, "if you'd take it off my hands. My trunks are fearfully stuffed now."
"But I haven't any money," said Bobby, with characteristic frankness; "besides, we don't need things like that in Cheyenne."
"Silly girl! Do you think I have turned merchant, and have got wares for sale? The coat is for you."
Bobby gave a cry of delight, then she looked up dubiously.
"But is it all right for me to take a present like this? I never had anything so big given me—yes, I did, too!" She laughed. "A fellow from Medicine Bow sent me a barrel of mixed fruit once, with nuts and raisins in between, and ten pounds of candy on top!"
"Then why scruple at my gift?"