The Pilot will make it clear." Then the talk ended.
We had lunch with Gwen--bannocks and fresh sweet milk and blueberries--and after an hour of gay fun we came away.
Lady Charlotte kissed her tenderly as she bade Gwen good-by.
"You must let me come again and sit at your window," she said, smiling down upon the wan face.
"Oh, I shall watch for you.

How good that will be!" cried Gwen, delightedly.

"How many come to see me! You make five." Then she added, softly: "You will write your letter." But Lady Charlotte shook her head.
"I can't do that, I fear," she said, "but I shall think of it." It was a bright face that looked out upon us through the open window as we rode down the trail.

Just before we took the dip into the canyon, I turned to wave my hand.
"Gwen's friends always wave from here," I said, wheeling my bronco.
Again and again Lady Charlotte waved her handkerchief.
"How beautiful, but how wonderful!" she said as if to herself.

"Truly, HER canyon is full of flowers." "It is quite beyond me," I answered.