He has been almost a brother to me." "Ahuh! Wal, are you sure you don't like him more'n you ought--considerin' what's in the wind ?" "Yes, I'm sure I don't," replied Columbine, with tingling cheeks.
"Wal, I'm glad of thet.

Reckon it'll be no great matter whether Wils stays or leaves.

If he wants to I'll give him a job with the hounds." That evening Columbine went to her room early.

It was a cozy little blanketed nest which she had arranged and furnished herself.

There was a little square window cut through the logs and through which many a night the snow had blown in upon her bed.