"We went to a little town, near St. Louis," answered Charley, "and Father did well. Dick and I both went to college. What in the world are you doing out here, Mr. Moore?"
"For heaven's sake don't 'mister' me, old friends and neighbors as we are. Why, we lived on your old farm till Father and Mother died!"
"Did you indeed? And what brought you out here? Mining?"
"No, some experimenting in irrigating for the government."
"Heaven send that you're successful!" exclaimed the girl. "Dick is going to get some alfalfa in this winter, and I know that our well won't take care of it. But he will go ahead."
"Felicia is startlingly like you, as a child. I have just one picture of you in my mind—standing on the edge of the pool, ready to dive, but looking around at me and laughing. Felicia laughs just that way."
"Poor baby, coming all this way alone! But there seemed nothing else to be done. We couldn't afford to go back for her nor could Aunt Mary come on with her."
"She got along famously and made friends with every one," said Roger. "Jove, isn't it wonderful, running on you people out here!"
"It's going to be wonderful for us, I know," returned Charley.
The wagon rumbled and bumped, and then Charley asked: