"No, this is our valley. The coolly is over there where you see that cloud shadow sliding down."
He looked about slowly at the hills and fields.
"It's very fine; much finer than Oconomowoc and Geneva."
"We like it ... papa and I."
They were both talking around the bush, as the saying goes, but he finally said:
"I was very glad to receive your telegram. Am I to take it as an affirmative answer?"
She said with effort:
"I wanted you to see how poor and humble we all are before—before I—"
He studied her profile. Her lips quivered, and a tear glistened through the veil.
"On my part," he said, "I regretted that I did not further set forth my general cussedness and undesirability.—How well you drive!" he said, by way of relieving the stress of the moment.