"Ah, well, well. Once on a time there was a bad boy, and he was very naughty, and no one loved him because he spent love like money till it was all gone. When he found he had no more love given him, he went away, and away, to a far country."
"Like the man in the Bible," said Hugh, promptly. "The—the—what's his name, Alice?"
"The prodigal son," said Kris, "you mean—"
"Yes, sir. The pwodigal son."
"Yes, like the prodigal son."
"Well, at last he came to the Black Hills, and there he lived with other rough men."
"But you did say he was a boy," said Alice, accurately critical.
"He was gwowed up, Alice. Don't you int—inter—"
"Interrupt, you goosey," said Alice.
"One Christmas Eve these men fell to talking of their homes, and made up their minds to have a good dinner. But Hugh—"