Sometimes he engaged in hunting with them, and several times Fred Whitney and Jennie joined him.

There was a spice of peril in these excursions which rendered them fascinating to all three.
The particular day to which we refer was a mild afternoon in May, 1892.

Jennie was helping her mother with her household duties in their home, where they had lived since coming from their native State.

The building was one of the long, low wooden structures common in that section, to which the fashions of the older civilization have not yet penetrated.

It possessed all the comforts they required, though it took some time for the brother and sister to accustom themselves to the odd style of architecture.
Jennie, as usual, was in high spirits.