You remember we used to rest on the high ridge where there was a shady place--such a beautiful outlook?
It was there I--I--" "My dear, you needn't bring up painful memories.

I remember where." Sally laughed softly.

She could laugh in the face of the gloomiest prospects.

"Well, to-morrow morning, or the next, or any morning soon, you tie your red scarf on the dead branch of that high mesquite.

I'll look every morning with the glass.