David laughed heartily in spite of his promise not do so. But it was such an honest laugh that it reassured her.
“And you were afraid that I saw the ghost longer than I ought?”—chuckling.
“Ye-es,” hiding her blushing face against his shoulder.
“Well, darling, I didn’t. You vanished, I thought, like an angel in a white cloud; but I never dreamed it was merely like a sick girl in her white robe.”
He laughed again until she slyly reached up and gave one of his ears a pinch that changed his laughter into a howl.
TO THE PACIFIC THROUGH CANADA.
BY ERNEST INGERSOLL.
PART I.
