"Oh, I dare say there will be. They seem to collect round you like wasps round honey. It's some natural law, I presume,—gravitation or levitation, which is it?"
"I'm sure I don't know, and don't try to tease me, Poppy. People out here are so kind that it's enough to spoil anybody."
"Kind, forsooth! Do you consider it all pure kindness? Really, for such a belle, you're very innocent."
"I wish you wouldn't," protested Clover, laughing and coloring. "I never was a belle in my life, and that's the second time you've called me that. Nobody ever said such things to me in Burnet."
"Ah, you had to come to Colorado to find out how attractive you could be. Burnet must be a very quiet place. Never mind; you sha'n't be teased, Clover dear. Only don't let this trefoil of yours get to fighting with one another. That good-looking cousin of yours was casting quite murderous glances at poor Thurber Wade just now."
"Clarence is a dear boy; but he's rather spoiled and not quite grown up yet, I think."
"When are you coming back from the Marshall Pass?" inquired Geoff, after dinner, when Clarence had gone for the horses.
"On Saturday. We shall only be gone two days."
"Then I will ride in on Thursday morning, if you will permit, with my field-glass. It is a particularly good one, and you may find it useful for the distant views."
"When are you coming back?" demanded Clarence, a little later. "Saturday? Then I sha'n't be in again before Monday."