It isn't very far--only about twenty-five miles south.
They call our place the Halfway Ranch, and it's not a bad name, for it's only about halfway as good a place as you and I have always been used to; but it's ours, and you will be welcome there.

We'll be up here sometimes, and you must come down.

We shall depend on seeing you now and then." "I trust we shall be friends," mumbled Franklin.
"Friends ?" said Butord cheerily, the smiling wrinkles of his own thin face signifying his sincerity; "why, man, here is a place where one needs friends, and where he can have friends.

There is time enough and room enough, and--well, you'll come, won't you ?" And Franklin, dazed and missing all the light which had recently made glad the earth, was vaguely conscious that he had promised to visit the home of the girl who had certainly given him no invitation to come further into her life, but for whose word of welcome he knew that he should always long..