"Orderly!" I called, with a gesture asking permission of my superior.
"Yes, orderly," he finished for me, "get ready to ride to town. We have an errand there." He turned to us and motioned us as though to ownership, bowing with grave courtesy as he himself left the room. I heard the chatter of Mrs. Kitty greet him. I was conscious of a grinning black face peering in at a window—Annie, perhaps. They all loved Ellen.
But Ellen and I, as though by instinct, stepped toward the open door, so that we might again see the mountain tops.
I admit I kissed her!