"We wanted to see--" "You'll have to do some riding to get there," Good Indian informed them dryly.

"They hit the trail before sunrise this morning." "Huh! What were YOU doing up there that time of day ?" blurted Wally, eying him sharply.
"Watching the sun rise." His lips smiled over the retort, but his eyes did not.

"I'll lower the water in your milk-house now, Mother Hart," he promised lightly, "so you won't have to wear rubber-boots when you go to skim the milk." He gave Evadna a quick, sidelong glance as she came into the room, and pushed back his chair.

"I'll get at it right away," he said cheerfully, picked up his hat, and went out whistling.

Then he put his head in at the door.