"Local color at last!" she whispered to her lover. "I know we're going to have a shooting or a cow-boy adventure!"
"Well," the new-comer said, "do you go with us, or not, Doc?"
"Go with you?" asked the ornithologist. "Go where?"
"Tour of the Park?" replied the man with the whip. "I'm having hard work to get a load."
"I think," said the person addressed, "that I can finish my inspection of the Park on foot. It is, in fact, surprisingly small, and not at all what I had expected. I have been pacing it off. There are very few acres in it—"
"I'll be dog-goned," said the man with the whip, "if he don't think this is the Yellowstone Park! Stranger, look at yon beautiful arch, erected by Uncle Sam out of hexagonal blocks of basalt! That marks the entrance to the Wonderland of the World, a matchless nat'ral park of more'n three thousand square miles, filled with unnat'ral wonders of nature! This is the front yard of the railroad station. It'll take you days and days to do the Park—an' years to do it right."
"Oh, in that case," responded the investigator, "of course you may rely upon my joining you!"
"I want two more, lady," said the driver. "What say?"
"No," said the young man. "We've decided to cut the Park out."
"I've changed my mind, I believe," said the girl. "Let's go!"