"But a fellow was _so_ sound asleep," said Clover, "I really hadn't the
heart. I did peep in at your curtain, and if you had moved so much as a
finger, _perhaps_ I should have called you; but you didn't."
The return journey was equally fortunate, and the party reached St.
Helen's late in the evening of the second day, in what Mr. Wade called
"excellent form." Monday brought the young men from the ranch in again;
and another fortnight passed happily, Clover's three "leaves" being most
faithfully attentive to their central point of attraction. "Three is a
good many," as Marian Chase had said, but all girls like to be liked, and
Clover did not find this, her first little experience of the kind, at all
disagreeable.
The excursion to the Marshall Pass, however, had an after effect which was
not so pleasant. Either the high elevation had disagreed with Phil, or he
had taken a little cold; at all events, he was distinctly less well. With
the lowering of his physical forces came a corresponding depression of
spirits. Mrs. Watson worried him, the sick people troubled him, the sound
of coughing depressed him, his appetite nagged, and his sleep was broken.
Clover felt that he must have a change, and consulted Dr. Hope, who
advised their going to the Ute Valley for a month.
This involved giving up their rooms at Mrs. Marsh's, which was a pity, as
it was by no means certain that they would be able to get them again
later.
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