When you see him, ask him if he remembers the Jefferson Hopes of St.Louis.If he's the same Ferrier, my father and he were pretty thick." "Hadn't you better come and ask yourself ?" she asked, demurely.
The young fellow seemed pleased at the suggestion, and his dark eyes sparkled with pleasure.

"I'll do so," he said, "we've been in the mountains for two months, and are not over and above in visiting condition.

He must take us as he finds us." "He has a good deal to thank you for, and so have I," she answered, "he's awful fond of me.

If those cows had jumped on me he'd have never got over it." "Neither would I," said her companion.
"You! Well, I don't see that it would make much matter to you, anyhow.
You ain't even a friend of ours." The young hunter's dark face grew so gloomy over this remark that Lucy Ferrier laughed aloud.
"There, I didn't mean that," she said; "of course, you are a friend now.
You must come and see us.

Now I must push along, or father won't trust me with his business any more.