“Let’s kiss and make up,” he said, and as she wound her arms about him, his whole manner changed, softened into melting.
“I did not read the note in the glove, if you believe me.”
“I do believe you, for it was not a note, but a programme of ‘Ogallalahs’;” then he laughed. “And the gloves belong to Marrion’s sweetheart; he left them at the studio and I just——”
“Oh! that will do,” she said merrily, as she supplemented his explanation with kisses.
CHAPTER XXI. A HOPE OF CHANGE.
They were christening Marrion’s new spider, Robert and Cherokee.
“We will drive an hour or so longer, if you are not too tired.”