Their hands went out half-shyly and met.

"Kids are sure terrors, these days," he remarked, and they laughed a little.

"Us old folks have got to stand in the corners when they're around." * * * * * King's Highway is open trail.

Beryl and I go through there often in the _Yellow Peril_, since dad gave me outright the Bay State Ranch and all pertaining thereto--except, of course, Perry Potter; he stays on of his own accord.
Frosty is father King's foreman, and Aunt Lodema went back East and stayed there.

She writes prim little letters to Beryl, once in awhile, and I gather that she doesn't approve of the match at all.