"I was just thinking," said he, "that after all the dust and heat and everything you might like to walk, for just a minute or so, over to our city park.

Foliage, you know; avenues, flowers; sweetness and light." She looked at the man quietly, as if she failed to understand the half-cynical bitterness, the half-wistfulness in his voice, yet she rose and joined him.

All human beings in Heart's Desire that evening fell in with the plans of Dan Anderson without cavil and without possible resistance.
A short distance up the _arroyo_, toward the old abandoned stamp mill, there was a two-inch pipe of water which came down from the Patos spring, far up on the mountain side.

At the end of this pipe, where the water was now going to waste, the Littlest Girl from Kansas had taken in charge the precious flow, and proposed a tiny garden of her own.

Here there were divers shrubs, among these a single rose bush, now blossomless.