And then, just as the fruit-plates were put on the table, came a call, and the doctor was out in the hall, "holloing" and conducting with some distant patient one of those mysterious telephonic conversations which to those who overhear seem all replies and no questions.

It was most remarkable, and quite unlike her preconceived ideas of what was likely to take place at the base of the Rocky Mountains.
A pleasant evening followed.

"Poppy" played delightfully on the piano; later came a rubber of whist.

It was like home.
"Before these children go, let us settle about the drive," said Dr.Hope to his wife.
"Oh, yes! Miss Carr--" "Oh, please, won't you call me Clover ?" "Indeed I will,--Clover, then,--we want to take you for a good long drive to-morrow, and show you something; but the trouble is, the doctor and I are at variance as to what the something shall be.

I want you to see Odin's Garden; and the doctor insists that you ought to go to the Cheyenne canyons first, because those are his favorites.