CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Into the Infinite Long Ago
"That is the Ponca, dear," said Sidney, taking her hand, as they walked up the road.
"But you did not call it that in your story, Sidney," said Mildred, squeezing his hand fondly. "I have never been on its banks. When are you going to take me there?" she now said poutingly.
He placed his free hand under her chin, and dared her to look into his face with such a frown. She failed, and laughed instead.
"But I want to go," she cried, swinging the hand she held back and forth. "Won't you take me soon—take me today?" she begged.
He drew her to him, placed his arms about her, and kissed her fondly.
A moment later they walked down the wide road.
"And this is the Rosebud Country," she said, allowing her eyes to stretch over a land to which she saw no end.