"Where's Felicia?" asked Roger.
"She's asleep in the tent, I must wake her up and take her home now. The storm is over."
"Leave her with me a little while," said Roger. "I'll bring her home."
"All right, come up for supper. Ernest and Dick will help me get it."
Roger nodded and Charley started along the drifted trail to the ranch while Roger went to the tent. Felicia slept on while he shaved and put the tent in order. Then he stooped over the cot and raised her.
"Suppertime, little sweetheart," he said.
Felicia woke with a start. "Don't be cross, Roger," she exclaimed after blinking at him for an instant.
"I couldn't be cross with you, Felicia," Roger lifted her in his arms and held her against his heart.
"Never, Roger?"
"Never, Felicia. You must never be afraid of me, even when I scold other people. Because I love you very much, Felicia."