We were great old chums for a month or so.

The next time I saw you was--" "At Bakersfield--at mother's funeral," said the girl softly.

"Then you came to Prescott, and you had lost your thumb in the meantime; and I was Little Next Door to you--" "And Prescott and me, we agreed it was best for both of us that I should go away." "Yes; and when you came back you were going to stay.

Why didn't you stay, John Wesley ?" "I think," said Pringle reflectively, "that I have forgotten that." "Do you know, John Wesley, I have never been back to any place we have left once?
And of all the people I have ever known, you are the only one I have ever lost track of and found again.

And you're always just the same old John Wesley; always gay and cheerful; nearly always in trouble; always strong and resourceful--" "How true!" said Pringle.