"Well!" exclaimed Douglas. "What's happened to you, Marion?"
Marion put back her great braid of hair, but what answer she might have made they were not to know, for at that moment Charleton returned from his wild horse hunt. Dust-covered and sunburned he strode into the room with a pleasant grin.
"Hello, folks! Why, Marion, are you sick?"
"Kind of. What luck, Dad?"
"Fair. Brought in a good stallion and some weedy stuff. How's the ranch,
Jimmy?"
He asked this with his eyes still on his daughter.
"O.K., Charleton," replied Jimmy.
"You made a long trip, Charleton," said Douglas.
"Left the day after the rodeo," tossing his hat and gloves on the floor and sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I remember Little Marion was laid up then with a sprained ankle or something. What do you hear from your mother, Marion?"
"She's well and so's the baby. They'll be home anytime now."