Go on--I'll overtake you at Twelve Mile Creek." The princess had not lost sight of him for a single moment, and the instant he departed from his friends she drove up.

"You are to come to my house to-night, remember." "I must overtake my folks; I can't stay long," he said lamely.
Her power was augmented by her home.

He had expected pictures and fine carpets and a piano and they were there, but there was a great deal more.

He perceived a richness of effect which he could not have formulated better than to say, "It was all _fine_." He had expected things to be costly and gay of color, but this mysterious fitness of everything was a marvel to one like himself, used only to the meager ornaments of the homes in Rock River, or the threadbare poverty of the ranches and the squalid hotels of the cow country.

The house was a large new frame building, not so much different from other houses with respect to exterior, but as he entered the door he took off his hat to it as he used to do as a lad in the home of Banker Brooks, deacon in his father's church.
His was a sensitive soul, eye and ear were both acute.