Oh, Buck, I hope we will never regret this--that there will be no punishment for this!" "There won't be!" he grimly declared.
"Father is gone," she said.

"Out of the city!" "And I wanted Merry to see him here this evening," in a tone of regret, "Merry is to have a talk with him and try to get him to see that I am not such a soaking Piute as I've been painted!" "I'm sorry, too, Buck--though I was glad." "Glad ?" "I intended to ask you into the house.

Is it very wrong ?" "I don't think so!" he whispered, joy and triumph in his voice.

"Where you lead I will follow.

By and by I hope we will walk abreast.".