And as for the rider, he appeared to have forgotten Jane in the wonder of this lovely child playing about him.

At first he was much the shyer of the two.

Gradually her confidence overcame his backwardness, and he had the temerity to stroke her golden curls with a great hand.

Fay rewarded his boldness with a smile, and when he had gone to the extreme of closing that great hand over her little brown one, she said, simply, "I like oo!" Sight of his face then made Jane oblivious for the time to his character as a hater of Mormons.

Out of the mother longing that swelled her breast she divined the child hunger in Lassiter.
He returned the next day, and the next; and upon the following he came both at morning and at night.