“Well, girl, where did you come from?” he demanded, in a deep, mellow voice.
“Virginia,” answered Polly, mechanically.
“Have you now? Pretty long ride, wasn’t it?” His blue eyes twinkled with appreciation.
“Where Did You Come From?” He Demanded
“I just heard the ponies when they crossed the bridge. Where’s the rest?”
“They rode on. The deer frightened Jinks, and he began to back with me, and rear. Here they come.”
“Hello, Mr. Sandy,” cried Jean when she was within hearing. “So that’s why you deserted us, Polly.”
“I thought he was Zed,” laughed Polly, flushing a little. “He seemed to come up out of the gulch so suddenly. And—and—”
“Go on, finish it,” said Sandy, with relish. “And I looked rough enough to be most anybody, even old Zed. Well, well, let’s look this bunch over, Jeanie. I haven’t seen so many Eastern rosebuds in many a day. When will you be over home? My wife’s getting mighty anxious to see these girls from Calvert.”