“It is not your fault,” said Dorothy using the words her father had used in commenting upon the matter.
They were standing close together—there in the snow, and his arms were about her. Dorothy looked up bravely into his face.
“I—I guess I can’t say it very well, Dorothy. But you know how I feel—how much I love you, my dear. I’m going to make good out there on the old ranch, and then I want to come back here for you. Will you wait for me, Dorothy?”
“I expected to have to wait much longer than that, Garry,” Dorothy replied with a tremulous sigh. And then as he drew her still closer she hid her face on his bosom.
“Lookut! Lookut!” cried Roger in the background, suddenly observing the tableau. “What do you know about Dorothy and Garry Knapp doing it too?”
“Gee!” growled Joe, in disgust. “It must be catching. Tavia and old Nat will get it. Come on away, Roger. Huh! they don’t even know we’re on earth.”
And it was some time before Dorothy Dale and “that cowboy person” awoke to the fact that they were alone and it was a much longer time still before they started back for The Cedars, hand in hand.
THE END.
The Dorothy Dale Series
By MARGARET PENROSE