Two days and they said farewell.

Marjorie was the last, turning first to French, who kissed her, saying, "Come back again, little girl," and then to Kalman, sitting on his broncho, for he hated to go lame before them all.
"Good-by, Kalman," she said, smiling bravely, while her lips quivered.

"I'll no forget yon awful and," leaning slightly toward him as he took her hand, "yon happy night.

Good-by for now.
I'll no forget." And Kalman, looking straight into her eyes, held her hand without a word till, withdrawing it from his hold, she turned away, leaving the smile with him and carrying with her the quivering lips.
"I shall ride a bit with you, little girl," said Jack French, who was ever quick with his eyes.
She tried to smile at him, but failed piteously.

But Jack rode close to her, talking bright nothings till she could smile again.
"Oh, Jack, but you are the dear!" she said to him as they galloped together up the trail, Mr.Penny following behind.