Why, even Perry Potter almost grinned when I came riding up to the corral; and I caught the fellow that was kept on at the ranch, lowering his left lid knowingly at the cook, when I went in to supper that first night.

But I was too far gone then to care much what anybody thought; so long as they kept their mouths shut and left me alone, that was all I asked of them.

Oh, I was a heroic figure, all right, those days.
On a day in June I rode dispiritedly over to the little butte just out from the mouth of the pass.

Not that I expected to see her; I went because I had gotten into the habit of going, and every nice morning just simply _pulled_ me over that way, no matter how much I might want to keep away.
That argues great strength of character for me, I know, but it's unfortunately the truth.
I knew she was back--or that she should be back, if nothing had happened to upset their plans.

Edith had written me that they were all coming, and that they would have two cars, this summer, instead of just one, and that they expected to stay a month.