And never was there a one of them who didn't come to love Arizona." "Tenderfoot! It hadn't occurred to me.

But of course--" murmured Carley.
Then Mrs.Hutter returned, carrying a tray, which she set upon a chair, and drew to Carley's side.

"Eat an' drink," she said, as if these actions were the cardinally important ones of life.

"Flo, you carry her bags up to that west room we always give to some particular person we want to love Lolomi." Next she threw sticks of wood upon the fire, making it crackle and blaze, then seated herself near Carley and beamed upon her.
"You'll not mind if we call you Carley ?" she asked, eagerly.
"Oh, indeed no! I--I'd like it," returned Carley, made to feel friendly and at home in spite of herself.
"You see it's not as if you were just a stranger," went on Mrs.Hutter.
"Tom--that's Flo's father--took a likin' to Glenn Kilbourne when he first came to Oak Creek over a year ago.

I wonder if you all know how sick that soldier boy was....