"Poetry's the truth of life," he hastened to add carefully, "and it's not poetry to say that you could be a kill-joy." The little lady tossed her head.

"Well, you'll never have a chance to prove it, for I'm taking the express east on the night of your wedding.
That's settled.

Amelia needs me, and I'm going to her....

Your wedding present will be the ranch and a hundred thousand dollars," she added.
"You're the sun-dried fruit of Paradise, Mother," Orlando said, taking her by the arms.
"I heard the Young Doctor call me a bird of Paradise once," she returned.

"People don't know how sharp my ears are....