“You bet, kid. Wise guys, those snowbirds,” he observed as they turned and strolled back towards the house. “We are going to be happy, aren’t we, Emma?”
“Going to be? Why, we are happy now, dear. Say good-night to me out here,” she whispered as they reached the veranda.
Stacy did so. He said good-night several times before they went indoors. Emma Dean’s eyes were bright and her cheeks wore a rosy glow when she faced her companions in the drawing room a moment later.
The Overland Riders smiled. They understood.
THE END