"No. Charlie won't annoy us in the future."
"And when the snow is gone we'll ride along your canal——"
"Our canal now, sweetheart."
"Along our canal and see where you worked so hard and struggled and won, and I'll listen while you point here and there and tell of the obstacles overcome, and of all you did. We shall be gay and happy."
"As I'm happy now," he said, softly. "Do you know what I see there in the firelight? A building, a house—our home."
Louise's face lifted to his, all sweetness and trust.
"I see it, too," she murmured.
"On Perro Creek ranch," Lee continued, "with the sagebrush gone and in its place fields of grain and alfalfa spreading out to the horizon, with water rippling along in little canals and fat cows standing about, and contented farmers at work, and perhaps a railroad somewhere in the background, and ourselves in the foreground by our new home, where flowers are growing, too, and—and——"
Louise's arms slipped up and about his neck, until her cheek rested against his.
"You dream and then you build—you dream and make your dreams come true," she said. "You're my dreamer-builder."