I want to think.

Nevertheless I--" "What ?" he queried, as she hesitated.
"Oh, never mind now," she replied, hastily, averting her eyes.
The day was far spent when Carley returned to the Lodge--and in spite of the discomfort of cold and sleet, and the bitter wind that beat in her face as she struggled up the trail--it was a day never to be forgotten.
Nothing had been wanting in Glenn's attention or affection.

He had been comrade, lover, all she craved for.

And but for his few singular words about work and children there had been no serious talk.

Only a play day in his canyon and his cabin! Yet had she appeared at her best?
Something vague and perplexing knocked at the gate of her consciousness..