"
Just then a foot sounded on the steps, and a knock was heard. Clover
opened the door, and gave an exclamation of pleasure. It was Geoffrey
Templestowe, splashed and wet from a muddy ride down the pass, but wearing
a very bright face.
"How nice and unexpected this is!" was Clover's greeting. "It is such a
bad day that I didn't suppose you or Clarence could possibly get in. Come
to the fire and warm yourself. Is he here too?"
"No; he is out at the ranch. I came in to meet a man on business; but it
seems there's a wash-out somewhere between here and Santa Fe, and my man
telegraphs that he can't get through till to-morrow noon."
"So you will spend the night in town."
"Yes. I took Marigold to the stable, and spoke to Mrs. Marsh about a room,
and then I walked up to see you and Phil. How is he, by the way?"
"Quite well. I never saw him so strong or so jolly. Papa will hardly
believe his eyes when we get back. He has gone up to the Hopes, but will
be in presently. You'll stay and take tea with us, of course."
"Thanks, if you will have me; I was hoping to be asked."
"Oh, we're only too glad to have you. Our time here is getting so short
that we want to make the very most of all our friends; and by good luck
there is a can of oysters in the house, so I can give you something hot."
"Do you really go so soon?"
"Our lease is out next week, you know."
"Really; so soon as that?"
"It isn't soon.
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