Before going to bed they stepped out on the porch to bid the Peak good-night.
“Going to be a fine day to-morrow, Polly.”
“All the days are fine in Colorado,” said Polly.
“You forget the blizzard last month.”
“Oh, but it was such a dear blizzard not to do you any harm when it caught you out!”
Dan grew thoughtful.
“Do you ever think, Polly, that we should never have come out here if it hadn’t been for you?”
“You know it was ‘Pike’s Peak or bust!’ with both of us, Dan.”
Dan looked critically from the great Peak, gleaming there in the starlight, to Polly’s uplifted face, and then, as they turned to go in, he exclaimed, for the hundred-and-first time:
“Polly, you beat the world!”