With a pleased cry of recognition she ran across the closely clipped turf, to read the motto carved on the dial's face: "I only mark the hours that shine." "The very words that Betty wrote in my Good Times Book the day she gave it to me," she said, opening her diary to verify the motto on the fly-leaf.
"It was beyond my wildest dreams then that I'd ever be standing here in Warwick Hall garden, reading them for myself! I mustn't wait another minute to make a record of this good time." Choosing a seat in one of the arbours where a humming bird was darting in and out through a tangle of vines, she opened the thick red book in which she had kept a faithful record of her doings and goings for the last two years, and glanced at the last entry.

The date was such an old one that she read the last few pages to refresh her memory.
"THE WIGWAM, Thursday, August 4th.
"Jack came home yesterday to our joyful surprise.

Mr.Sherman had telegraphed him to come at once to Kentucky, on a flying trip to consult with the directors of the mine.

As he had to pass through Phoenix anyhow, he managed it so that he could stay over night with us.

I am so happy over the prospect of his having a chance at last to see our 'Promised Land' that I am fairly beside myself.