"It's a fair vision; but like all fair visions it must end." And end it did next day, when Dr.Hope appeared with the carriage, and the bags and saddles were put in, and the great bundle of wild-flowers, with their stems tied in wet moss; and Phil, torn from his beloved broncho, on whose back he had passed so many happy hours, was forced to accompany the others back to civilization.
"I shall see you very soon," said Clarence, tucking the lap-robe round Clover.

"There's the mail to fetch, and other things.

I shall be riding in every day or two." "I shall see you very soon," said Geoff, on the other side.

"Clarence is not coming without me, I can assure you." Then the carriage drove away; and the two partners went back into the house, which looked suddenly empty and deserted.
"I'll tell you what!" began Clarence.
"And I'll tell _you_ what!" rejoined Geoff.
"A house isn't worth a red cent which hasn't a woman in it." "You might ride down and ask Miss Perkins to step up and adorn our lives," said his friend, grimly.

Miss Perkins was a particularly rigid spinster who taught a school six miles distant, and for whom Clarence entertained a particular distaste.
"You be hanged! I don't mean that kind.