"Probably the possessive pronoun has not a little to do with that opinion, Charlie," Mildred said, with a happy smile.
"Rupert," said Don, "did you never lose your way while crossing those almost boundless Texas prairies?"
"Once we did," replied Rupert, "but finding a compass after some little search we were able to go on in the right direction."
"A compass?" cried Annis; "what sort of compass could be found out there?"
"It is a little plant which grows there, can always be found, and under all circumstances, in all kinds of weather—sunshine, rain, or frost—invariably turns its leaves and flowers to the north. Mr. Baird pointed it out to me, and told me this about it before we left his ranch."
"What a wonderful provision of nature!" exclaimed Wallace.
"How kindly God provides for all the needs of His creatures," said Mrs. Keith.
Silence fell upon them for a moment. It was broken by an exclamation from Juanita.
"What a happy family, my Rupert! How many brothers and sisters, and all so kind and loving to each other."
"And these are not all, my Juanita," he said. "Ah, if only Ada and Cyril were here!" turning to his mother as he spoke.