That good-looking cousin of yours was casting quite murderous
glances at poor Thurber Wade just now."
"Clarence is a dear boy; but he's rather spoiled and not quite grown up
yet, I think."
"When are you coming back from the Marshall Pass?" inquired Geoff, after
dinner, when Clarence had gone for the horses.
"On Saturday. We shall only be gone two days."
"Then I will ride in on Thursday morning, if you will permit, with my
field-glass. It is a particularly good one, and you may find it useful for
the distant views."
"When are you coming back?" demanded Clarence, a little later. "Saturday?
Then I sha'n't be in again before Monday."
"Won't you want your letters?"
"Oh, I guess there won't be any worth coming for till then."
"Not a letter from your mother?"
"She only writes once in a while. Most of what I get comes from pa."
"Cousin Olivia never did seem to care much for Clarence," remarked Clover,
after they were gone. "He would have been a great deal nicer if he had had
a pleasanter time at home. It makes such a difference with boys. Now Mr.
Templestowe has a lovely mother, I'm sure."
"Oh!" was all the reply that Phil would vouchsafe.
"How queer people are!" thought little Clover to herself afterward.
"Neither of those boys quite liked our going on this expedition, I
think,--though I'm sure I can't imagine why; but they behaved so
differently.
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