“Cherchez la femme,” said his wife.
“Mrs. Blake!” protested the girl, blushing.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“‘Find the woman,’” explained Mrs. Blake.
“That’s easy,” he said, fixing his twinkling eyes on the rosy-faced girl.
“But I’m sure it has not been because of me––at least not altogether,” she qualified with her uncompromising honesty.
“I wouldn’t blame him even if it was altogether,” said Blake.
“Then you will be willing to overlook your past trouble with him?”
“Since you say he has straightened out––yes.”
“That’s good of you! That’s what I expected of you!” exclaimed the girl. “That is he, in the buckboard.”