"I feel it is a great deal to ask," she said, "but—it would be very hard to give Blue Bonnet up—now."
Blue Bonnet was out of her chair instantly and on her uncle's knee.
"Uncle Cliff!" she gasped, "do you really truly mean it? A home in Boston?"
"I really truly mean it, Honey. Life's too short for these long separations."
Round his neck, in a close embrace, went Blue Bonnet's arms, and her face glowed with joy.
"But we're not going to give up the ranch altogether, Uncle Cliff? We couldn't, you know!"
"No, not altogether, Honey. I reckon the summers will find us there pretty regularly; and there's Gabriel now, remember. We can't desert the little fellow when he needs us so."
"We wouldn't desert the Blue Bonnet ranch anyway—under any circumstances. We'll just be commuters, and sort of vibrate between our old home and the new—then we'll all be happy."