"I—don't see," said Eliza, still flushing furiously.
"You would if I continued to let it grow."
"Hm-m! I think, myself, it's a sort of bluish gray," said Dan.
"You are still working miracles," Natalie told O'Neil, an hour later, while he was showing his visitors the few sights of Omar—"miracles of kindness, as usual."
Dan and his sister were following at a distance, arm in arm and chattering like magpies.
"No, no! That cottage is nothing. Miss Appleton had to have some place to stop."
"This all seems like magic." Natalie paused and looked over the busy little town. "And to think you have done it in a year."
"It was not I who did it; the credit belongs to those 'boys' of whom I told you. They are all here, by the way—Parker, McKay, Mellen, Sheldon, 'Doc' Gray—he has the hospital, you know."
"And Mr. Slater?"
"Oh, we couldn't exist without 'Happy Tom'! No, the only miracle about all this is the loyalty that has made it possible. It is that which has broken all records in railroad-building; that's what has pushed our tracks forward until we're nearly up to one of Nature's real miracles. You shall see those glaciers, one of these days. Sometimes I wonder if even the devotion of those men will carry us through the final test. But—you shall meet them all, to-night—my whole family."