I think you boys must be the bravest fellows, to sleep out there--without even your mother with you!" She smiled the credulous smile of ignorant innocence and pulled the gate open.
"Jack promised to take me up to Hartley to-day," she explained over her shoulder.

"When I come back, you'll show me just where it was, won't you, Gene?
You don't suppose it would walk in the grove in the daytime, do you?
Because I'm awfully fond of the grove, and I do hope it will be polite enough to confine its perambulations entirely to the conventional midnight hour." Gene did not make any reply.

Indeed, he seemed wholly absorbed in staring after her and wondering just how much or how little of it she meant.
Evadna looked back, midway between the gate and the stable, and, when she saw him standing exactly as she had left him, she waved her hand and smiled.

She was still smiling when she came up to where Jack was giving those last, tentative twitches and pats which prove whether a saddle is properly set and cinched; and she would not say what it was that amused her.

All the way up the grade, she smiled and grew thoughtful by turns; and, when Jack mentioned the fact that Good Indian had gone off mad about something, she contented herself with the simple, unqualified statement that she was glad of it.
Grant's horse dozed before the store, and Grant himself sat upon a bench in the narrow strip of shade on the porch.