Just us three here.

You've met Miss Allen, Mr.Davidson--and Miss Price.

And so have you other gentlemen, because I introduced you at the depot.

I went blandly ahead and told everybody just which rig they were to ride in, and put three in a seat, at that, and in counting noses I forgot to count our own--" "I really don't see how she managed to overlook mine," sighed Miss Allen, laying a dainty, gloved finger upon a nose that had the tiniest possible tilt to it.

"Nobody ever overlooked my nose before; it's almost worth walking to the tract." Irish, standing close beside Weary and looking enough like him to be a twin instead of a mere cousin, smiled down at her with traitorous admiration.