The minister sighed.
"I am—yet I can't do half that I want to. This outside work among the ranches I shall try to carry on as best I can. But you're all so afraid you'll have a neighbor nearer than a score of miles," he added with a whimsical smile, "that I can't get among you very often."
It was after dinner that the minister chanced to hear Genevieve speak of herself as a Happy Hexagon.
"Hexagon?—Hexagon?" he echoed smilingly. "And are you, too, a Happy Hexagon?" he asked, turning to the mistress of the Six Star Ranch.
"Why, yes. Do you mean you know another one?" questioned the girl, all interest immediately. "It's the name of our girls' club—the Hexagon Club."
"No, but I heard of one, once," rejoined the man. "And it isn't usual, you know, so it attracted my attention."
"But where was it? When was it? We supposed we were the only Happy Hexagons in the world," cried Genevieve.
The minister smiled.
"I found my Happy Hexagons at the bottom of a letter from the East."
"A letter from the East?" Genevieve's voice held now a curious note of wild unbelief.