Where do we stop?
You know my daughter, of course." What treachery to Heart's Desire was here! Dan Anderson, a man who had come to stay, shaking hands on terms of old acquaintanceship, apparently, with Eastern Capital itself; and not content with that, advancing easily and courteously, hat in hand, to greet the daughter of Eastern Capital as though it were but yesterday that last they met.
Moreover, and bitterest of all for a loyal man of Heart's Desire, was there not a glance, a word between them?
Did Dan Anderson whisper a word and did she flush faint and rosy?
or was it a touch of the light?
Certain it was he reached up his hand to take hers, shaking it not too long nor too fervently.
"I do remember Miss Ellsworth very well, of course, Mr.Ellsworth," said he.

"We are all very glad to see you." "And we're very glad to _see_ you!" echoed the girl.

"Oh! the dust, the dust!" She spoke in a full, sweet voice, excellent even for outlanders to hear.

If there were agitation in her tones, agitation in Dan Andersen's heart, none might know it.

This meeting, five years and two thousand miles from a parting, seemed the most natural and ordinary thing in all the world.