What is it?
Lonesome for the bright lights ?" That was always Phil's way, she thought.

He seemed always to know instinctively her every mood and wish.
"Perhaps I was a little lonely," she admitted.

"I am glad that you came." Then they were at the porch, and her ambitious brothers were telling Phil in detail their all-absorbing designs against the peace of the coyote tribe, and asking his advice.

Mrs.Reid came to sit with them a-while, and again the talk followed around the narrow circle of their lives, until Kitty felt that she could bear no more.

Then Mrs.Reid, more merciful than she knew, sent the boys to bed and retired to her own room.
"And so you are tired of us all, and want to go back," mused Phil, breaking one of the long, silent periods that in these days seemed so often to fall upon them when they found themselves alone.
"That's not quite fair, Phil," she returned gently.