Don't you remember, Phil, how hard Katy and I worked last summer to keep the geraniums and fuschias alive in that long drought?
Now, if we had had water like this to come once a week, and make a nice deep pond for us, how different it would have been!" "Oh, you must come out West for real comfort," said Dr.Hope.

"The East is a dreadfully one-horse little place, anyhow." "But you don't mean New York and Boston when you say 'one-horse little place,' surely ?" "Don't I ?" said the undaunted doctor.

"Wait till you see more of us out here." "Here's Poppy, at last," cried Mrs.Hope, as a girl came hurriedly up the walk.

"You're late, dear." "Poppy," whose real name was Marian Chase, was the girl who had been asked to meet them.

She was a tall, rosy creature, to whom Clover took an instant fancy, and seemed in perfect health; yet she told them that when she came out to Colorado three years before, she had travelled on a mattress, with a doctor and a trained nurse in attendance.
"Your brother will be as strong, or stronger than I at the end of a year," she said; "or if he doesn't get well as fast as he ought, you must take him up to the Ute Valley.