"Terry, you and Fred must not indulge in any such extravagance."
"Sister, don't you know that comfort is not extravagance?" The driver had never been out there before, so he turned and asked Terry where he must stop.
"Right in front of that house out there," and he pointed to the house which he and Fred had furnished for their home until a big house could be put up.
Both Fred and Jack were on the lookout for them. Evelyn saw them waving their hats and she waved her parasol in return. They reached the house about the time that the carriage did, and of course, as Fred lifted her out of the carriage he caught Evelyn in his arms and kissed her several times. Jack seized her hand and kissed it, saying:
"Heavens, Miss Evelyn, but I am glad to see you way down here."
"Thank you, Jack," said Evelyn.
Then she turned and glanced around at the wild prairies on either side of the railroad track.
"Evelyn," said Fred, "come in and see the little home we have fixed up for you," and he led her up on the little piazza and into the two rooms that had been furnished up for her.
Of course, she recognized the carpet, because she had chosen it herself up in Crabtree, and also every piece of furniture.
"Oh, my, how beautiful!" she exclaimed. "But how out of place such furniture in a ranch house! I dare say there is not another so beautifully furnished as this is in the State of Texas."