Timid Miss Scudder, afraid of horses, afraid of the lonely desert, and with a deathly horror of snakes, gave a sigh of relief when they came in sight of the white tents clustered around the brown adobe ranch house on the edge of the irrigating canal.

But with the end of her journey in sight, she relaxed her strained muscles and nerves somewhat, and listened with interest to what Mary was saying.
"This year has brought three of us our heart's desires, anyhow.

Holland has been wild to get into the navy ever since he was big enough to know that there is one.

Jack has been looking forward to this position in the mines ever since we came out West.

It will be the making of him, everybody says.