You don't know what good friends they have been to me, mavourneen." "Yes, I think I do," said Mona, opening the door to the outer room.
Then Crozier called with a great, cheery voice--what Mona used to call his tally-ho voice.

Mrs.Tynan appeared, smiling.

She knew at a glance what had happened.

It was so interesting that she could even forgive Mona.
"Where's Kitty ?" asked Crozier, almost boisterously.
"She has gone for a ride with John Sibley," answered Mrs.Tynan.
"Look, there she is!" said Mona, laying a hand on Crozier's arm, and pointing with the other out over the prairie.
Crozier looked out towards the northwestern horizon, and in the distance was a woman riding as hard as her horse could go, with a man galloping hard after her.

It seemed as though they were riding into the sunset.
"She's riding the horse you won that race with years ago when you first came here, Mr.Crozier," said Mrs.Tynan.