The next morning he awoke to find the sun streaming in his window, and hearing sounds of activity below, he dressed hastily. Going downstairs he was greeted with a cheery good morning from Mrs. Walters who was busily preparing the morning meal.
“Breakfast will be ready in about half an hour, and you can look around a bit if you wish,” she announced.
“Josephine is outdoors somewhere,” she added.
Mason nodded pleasantly and started for a walk to the corral. As he turned the corner of the house he came across a sight that filled him with amusement. It was the girl; she was romping with a great St. Bernard dog.
Quickening his pace, he soon came up to her.
“Good morning, Miss Walters,” he said, his eyes twinkling.
The girl looked up quickly, exclaiming,
“Oh, it’s you, Sir New Yorker. Well, I wish to make a bargain with you. You may call me Josephine and I’ll call you Jack.”
“That goes,” he agreed, falling in with her humor.
The girl was fondling her dog again and Mason murmured softly,