Good-bye--but not you, girls; I have still a word I wish to say to you.
"Give me your hand, Ida, and yours, Clara," said she when they were alone.

"Oh, you naughty little pusses, aren't you ashamed to look me in the face?
Did you think--did you really think that I was so very blind, and could not see your little plot?
You did it very well, I must say that, and really I think that I like you better as you are.

But you had all your pains for nothing, you little conspirators, for I give you my word that I had quite made up my mind not to have him." And so within a few weeks our little ladies from their observatory saw a mighty bustle in the Wilderness, when two-horse carriages came, and coachmen with favors, to bear away the twos who were destined to come back one.

And they themselves in their crackling silk dresses went across, as invited, to the big double wedding breakfast which was held in the house of Doctor Walker.

Then there was health-drinking, and laughter, and changing of dresses, and rice-throwing when the carriages drove up again, and two more couples started on that journey which ends only with life itself.
Charles Westmacott is now a flourishing ranchman in the western part of Texas, where he and his sweet little wife are the two most popular persons in all that county.