He bought David a crimson and gold silk
handkerchief, and an Indian bracelet for Julia, and took the girls to
ride on the merry-go-round, and was beside himself with joy.
Suppose his friends of the range did draw back as he passed, and gaze
after him in awe and envy. Suppose the more reckless ones did snicker
like fools, nudging each other, lifting their hats with exaggerated
courtesy,--he should worry. He had lived on the range for fourteen
years and had never had such a chance before. Now he had it, he would
hang on to it if it cost him every sheep he had on the mountains.
Wasn't Connie the smartest girl you ever saw, always saying funny,
bright things, and--the way she stepped along like a goddess, and the
way she smiled! Prince Ingram had forgotten that girls grew like that.
They returned to the hotel early and found David waiting on the porch
as he had promised. He was plainly tired, and Carol said he must go to
bed at once. They all rose and walked to the door, and then, very
surprisingly, Connie thought she would like to sit a while on the quiet
porch, from which every other one had gone to the carnival, and collect
her thoughts. Carol frowned, and David smiled, but what could they do?
They had said they were tired and now they must go to bed perforce.
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