"Oh, then you mean it wasn't the truth," bantered her friend.
"Genevieve!" groaned Cordelia, hopelessly.
"There, there, never mind," laughed the other. "Come, we must be running along; then you shall tell me all about this wonderful missionary work of yours. What is it?"
"Well, it—it's about another of my—my finds."
"Oh, your lost people?"
"Yes. It's John Sanborn, Hermit Joe's son, you know. He wants to go West and take his father."
"Well, can't he? Or doesn't his father want to? Maybe you want me to go and tell Hermit Joe not to be afraid of bronchos and buffaloes," laughed Genevieve.
A swift color stole into Cordelia's face.
"No; Hermit Joe wants to go."
"Then what is it?"