"Lenore, if it isn't true, why'd you blush so red ?" "Hush, you silly children!" ordered the mother, reprovingly.
Lenore was glad to finish that meal and to get outdoors.

She could smile now at that shrewd and terrible Kitty, but recollection of her father's keen eyes was confusing.

Lenore felt there was really nothing to blush for; still, she could scarcely tell her father that upon awakening this morning she had found her mind made up--that only by going to the Bend country could she determine the true state of her feelings.

She simply dared not accuse herself of being in unusually radiant spirits because she was going to undertake a long, hard ride into a barren, desert country.
The grave and thoughtful mood of last night had gone with her slumbers.
Often Lenore had found problems decided for her while she slept.

On this fresh, sweet summer morning, with the sun bright and warm, presaging a hot and glorious day, Lenore wanted to run with the winds, to wade through the alfalfa, to watch with strange and renewed pleasure the waves of shadow as they went over the wheat.