"Not on Julius Caesar, anyway.
He will need a little more taming before I'm fit to ride him." "Then," said Alton, laughing, "I guess you can shove him, because you'll want a horse to bring up the things you're going to wire Vancouver for, and Tom's off with the teams up the valley.

Fetch some more water, and start in with the scrubbing.

I don't want Miss Deringham to guess we've been doing anything unusual." "If she doesn't hear you," said Seaforth, "she must be very deaf." "Now," said Alton regretfully, "I never thought of that.

Sit right down, Charley, and take your boots off." "I am going to the well first," said Seaforth, who retired grinning, and Miss Deringham laughed softly as she heard the cautious movements of a big barefooted man floundering about clumsily with a brush or mop.
When she came down to breakfast, however, she was a little astonished.
The room was swept, and garnished with cedar sprays, while though it smelled of some crude soap the aromatic sweetness of balsam was present too, and there were signs of taste in its decoration and the disposition of the splendid fruit upon the table.

Alton had not plucked it all, and the golden apples and velvety peaches lay with their soft tinting enhanced amidst the leaves.