There were heaths and mosses under the pines; but otherwise for a while the path was flowerless; and Elizabeth discontentedly remarked it.

Anderson smiled.
"Wait a little--or you'll have to apologise to the Rockies." He looked down upon her, and saw that her small face had bloomed into a vivacity and charm that startled him.

Was it only the physical effort and pleasure of the climb?
As for himself, it took all the power of a strong will to check the happy tumult in his heart.
Elizabeth asked him of his Saskatchewan journey.

He described to her the growing town he hoped to represent--the rush of its new life.
"On one Sunday morning there was nothing--the bare prairie; by the next--so to speak--there was a town all complete, with a hotel, an elevator, a bank, and a church.

That was ten years ago.