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Carley thought she would not be averse to getting Flo Hutter to New York, into an atmosphere wholly strange and difficult, and see how she met situation after situation unfamiliar to her. And so Carley's mind drifted on until at last she succumbed to drowsiness. A voice pierced her dreams of home, of warmth and comfort. Something sharp, cold, and fragrant was scratching her eyes. She opened them.
But there's no sense in your killing yourself, nor in me letting you. So I'm going to tell dad we want to go home." She left Carley there. The word home had struck strangely into Carley's mind and remained there. Suddenly she realized what it was to be homesick.
And all the while her aunt held her hand, and Beatrice and Eleanor talked as fast as their tongues could wag. Then the taxi clattered on up the Avenue, to turn down a side street and presently stop at Carley's home. It was a modest three-story brown-stone house. Carley had been so benumbed by sensations that she did not imagine she could experience a new one.
"Shore Carley's well and strong," protested Flo. "She'll get sore, but that won't kill her." Glenn eyed Flo with rather penetrating glance. "I might drive Carley round about in the car," he said. "But you can't drive over those lava flats, or go round, either. We'd have to send horses in some cases miles to meet you. It's horseback if you go at all." "Shore we'll go horseback," spoke up Flo.
He shore riled Glenn, an' I want to say, my dear, you missed the best thing that's happened since you got here." "Hurry tell me," begged Carley, feeling the blood come to her face. "I rode over to Ryan's place for dad, an' when I got there I knew nothing about what Ruff said to you," began Flo, and she took hold of Carley's hand. "Neither did dad. You see, Glenn hadn't got there yet.
Carley recollected that stars, and sunrises and sunsets, and untainted air, and silence were not for city dwellers. She checked any continuation of the thought. A few days sufficed to swing her into the old life. Many of Carley's friends had neither the leisure nor the means to go away from the city during the summer.
"Can't you Eastern wimmin stand nothin?" Carley's eyes opened and beheld this man in an attitude of supremely derisive protest. "You look like a sick kitten," he added. "When I get me a sweetheart or wife I want her to be a wild cat." His scorn and repudiation of her gave Carley intense relief. She sat up and endeavored to collect her shattered nerves.
You mean Indians?" interposed Carley, with interest. "Shore do," said Flo. "I knew that. But don't mind Glenn. He's full of tricks, Carley. He'd give us a hunch to lie out in the wet." Hutter burst into his hearty laugh. "Wal, I'd rather get some things any day than a bad cold." "Shore I've had both," replied Flo, in her easy drawl, "and I'd prefer the cold. But for Carley's sake "
Never had Carley felt more the isolation and solitude of Oak Creek Canyon. Far indeed from the madding crowd! Only Carley's stubbornness kept her from acknowledging the sense of peace that enveloped her that and the consciousness of her own discontent. What would it be like to come to this canyon to give up to its enchantments?
A rough-hewn log formed the mantel, and on it Carley's picture held the place of honor. Above this a rifle lay across deer antlers. Carley paused here in her survey long enough to kiss Glenn and point to her photograph. "You couldn't have pleased me more." To the left of the fireplace was a rude cupboard of shelves, packed with boxes, cans, bags, and utensils.
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