So when we finally landed in Santa Barbara I was wearing a perfect love of a ruby on the third finger of my left hand.

I was wearing my heart on my sleeve, too; I didn't care if all the world saw that I adored Blakely.

We arrived in Santa Barbara in the morning, and it was arranged that Blakely should lunch with his mother and devote himself to her during the afternoon, but he was to dine with us in our rooms.

Naturally, I had a lot to do, supervising the unpacking of my clothes, and straightening things about in our sitting-room so that it wouldn't look too hotelish.

Then Dad wouldn't be happy till I'd inspected my new palace on the hill.
It was an alarming looking pile.