"Well, to do you justice, you don't often make a mistake now.—When we first set out," continued the Doctor, turning to me, "he was always asking me to see this beautiful flower or that superb tree; but now he never calls my attention to anything that is not worth looking at."
"I called you to see one superb tree that you found worth looking at," said Harry,—"Brompton's oak at Omocqua. Colvil, when you see that tree!"
Love of trees is one of the things that Harry and I are alike in.
"Yes, that is one of the finest specimens of the live-oak I have met with," affirmed the Doctor.
"We will hold our meeting under it on the nineteenth," said Harry. "Colvil, come on the afternoon of the eighteenth. Be there before sunset."
"Harry will bespeak fine weather," said the Doctor.
"You know how Omocqua stands?" asked Harry. "It is in a plain, but a high plain."
"I have heard that it is a beautiful place."
"It is beautiful from a distance," said the Doctor; "and when you are in it, the distant views are beautiful. The hotel we were at,—the Jefferson Hotel, Harry?"