So, then, it's settled ?" "Yes--dear--friends," faltered the girl, tremulously, on the verge of a breakdown, now that the ordeal was past.
Wilson Moore stood gazing out of the door, his eyes far away on the gray slopes.
"Queer how things turn out," he said, dreamily.

"August thirteenth!...
That's about the time the columbines blow on the hills....

And I always meant columbine-time--" Here he sharply interrupted himself, and the dreamy musing gave way to passion.

"But I mean it yet! I'll--I'll die before I give up hope of you!".