"Now I can see you," exclaimed O'Hara to Hope, who had taken a seat upon a box beside Louisa. "You're looking foine! The mountains must agree with you—and your friend also," he added.
"Louisa is always fine! Are you not?" asked Hope.
Louisa laughed in her quiet little way. "The young man is very polite!"
Sydney opened the flap of the tent and looked in, then turned back again for an instant.
"That'll be all right there, Livingston. There won't a thing touch it up that tree! Come along in and get some chuck!"
"All right!" came the reply from the edge of the brush. Then Carter came inside and drew up a seat beside the two girls.
"What's that you said, Miss Louisa?" he asked. "I didn't quite catch it. You surely weren't accusing Larry of politeness!"
The girl bit her little white teeth into the red of her lower lip. Her cheeks flushed and the dimples came and went in the delicate coloring.
"Was it wrong to say?" she asked hesitatingly.
"Not if it was true," he replied. "It's never wrong to tell the truth, even in Montana."