His life had been a lonely one in Colorado; he could not afford to quarrel with his favorite cousin, and with him, as with other lovers, there may have been, besides, some lurking hope that she might yet change her mind.

But perhaps Clover in a measure was right in her conviction that Clarence was still too young and undeveloped to have things go very deep with him.

He seemed to her in many ways as boyish and as undisciplined as Phil.
With early September the summering of the Ute Park came to a close.

The cold begins early at that elevation, and light frosts and red leaves warned the dwellers in tents and cabins to flee.
Clover made her preparations for departure with real reluctance.

She had grown very fond of the place; but Phil was perfectly himself again, and there seemed no reason for their staying longer.
So back to St.Helen's they went and to Mrs.Marsh, who, in reply to Clover's letter, had written that she must make room for them somehow, though for the life of her she couldn't say how.