"I like it very much indeed.

But I must economize and the few hundred dollars I have scraped together won't--" He was interrupted.

Emily Howes appeared at the corner of the house behind them.
"Supper is ready," she called cheerfully.
Both men turned to look at her.

She was bareheaded and the western sun made her profile a dainty silhouette, a silhouette framed in the spun gold of her hair.
"John's comin', Miss Emily," answered the captain.

"He'll be right there." Emily waved her hand and hurried back to the dining-room door.