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Crosby at Battle's, and she'll fit us out. I wish we had more time; but we haven't, so we must do the best we can." "I want Wayland to choose my hat and traveling-suit," replied Berrie. "Of course. But you've got to have a lot of other things besides." And they bent to the joyous work of making out a list of goods to be purchased as soon as they reached Chicago.
Under the influence of that girl's smile he seemed to have quite forgotten his exhaustion and his pain. It was wonderful how cheerful he had been while she was in sight. In all this Berrie did him an injustice.
It was all so humiliating, so unlike the position which she had imagined herself to have attained in the eyes of her neighbors. Furthermore, she was going away without a trunk, with only one small bag for herself and Berrie running away like a criminal from an intangible foe. However, she was somewhat comforted by the gaiety of the young people before her. They were indeed jocund as jaybirds.
"Can it be that I am really a man to her," he thought, "I who am only a poor weakling whom the rain and snow can appall?" Then he thought of the effect of this night upon her life. What would Clifford Belden do now? To what deeps would his rage descend if he should come to know of it? Berrie was serene. Twice she spoke from her couch to say: "You'd better go to bed.
McFarlane was perfectly certain that not one but several of her neighbors had seen and recognized Berrie and young Norcross as they came down the hill. In a day or two every man would know just where they camped, and what had taken place in camp. Mrs.
On the contrary, he gaily ordered a choice lunch, and did his best to keep his companions from sinking into deeper depression. It pleased him to observe the admiring glances which were turned upon Berrie, whose hat became her mightily, and, leaning over, he said in a low voice to Mrs. McFarlane: "Who is the lovely young lady opposite? Won't you introduce me?"
She fell asleep at last, and was awakened only by her father tinkering about the stove. She rose alertly, signing to the Supervisor not to disturb her patient. However, Norcross also heard the rattle of the poker, opened his eyes and regarded Berrie with sleepy smile. "Good morning, if it is morning," he said, slowly. She laughed back at him. "It's almost sunup." "You don't tell me!
The boys they were in reality full-grown cubs of eighteen or twenty did as they were bid with much noise, chaffing Berrie with blunt humor. The table was covered with a red oil-cloth, and set with heavy blue-and-white china.
"I wonder if I shall ever ride through this mountain world as unmoved as he seems to be?" Norcross asked himself, after some jarring prosaic remark from his chief. "I am glad Berrie responds to it."
"It seems I'm to have my way after all. I hope I shall be able to see the sun rise. I've sort of lost my interest in the sunset." "Now, Cliff," she said, as soon as the camp was in order and a fire started, "I reckon you'd better ride on. I haven't any further use for you." "Don't say that, Berrie," he pleaded. "I can't leave you here alone with a sick man. Let me stay and help."
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