The splashing ford of the creek--the still, eddying pool beyond--the green orchards--the white lacy waterfall--and Lolomi Lodge! Nothing had altered.

But Carley seemed returning after many years.
Slowly she dismounted--slowly she climbed the porch steps.

Was there no one at home?
Yet the vacant doorway, the silence--something attested to the knowledge of Carley's presence.

Then suddenly Mrs.Hutter fluttered out with Flo behind her.
"You dear girl--I'm so glad!" cried Mrs.Hutter, her voice trembling.
"I'm glad to see you, too," said Carley, bending to receive Mrs.
Hutter's embrace.

Carley saw dim eyes--the stress of agitation, but no surprise.
"Oh, Carley!" burst out the Western girl, with voice rich and full, yet tremulous.
"Flo, I've come to wish you happiness," replied Carley, very low.
Was it the same Flo?
This seemed more of a woman--strange now--white and strained--beautiful, eager, questioning.