"And those corduroys—don't they look good—and the sombrero?"
Blue Bonnet's face glowed.
"I don't think you like it," she said, after a moment, taking the picture in her own hands and regarding it jealously.
"Why, yes, I do, dear. Only it seems a bit strange to see Alec in that garb. It is cowboy style, is it not?"
"Yes, but it's cowboy dress, and cowboy life, and cowboy freedom that has given Alec health. He'd never have got it here in Woodford in a thousand years."
"That is true, Blue Bonnet. You are right. What did the General think of the picture?"
"He loves it! I reckon it looked better to him than a West Point uniform with nothing inside of it."
Mrs. Clyde smiled.
"I think the General got over that dream long ago, Blue Bonnet. He is perfectly delighted with Alec's recovery."
Blue Bonnet put the picture on the mantel-shelf, and, folding her work neatly, went to the window and looked out. She stood a moment lost in thought.