"Then we can come out here
part of the time and live, and we can invite a lot of girls out for the
summer--I just know oodles of nice girls--and Tex can manage the ranch,
and----"
"Match-making already!" laughed Endicott. "Why buy a ranch? Why not
move into Wolf River, or Timber City, and start a regular matrimonial
agency--satisfaction guaranteed, or your money back. It would be more
prac----"
"Winthrop Adams Endicott!"
"Oh, I forgot! I'm not practical. I'm romantic, and red-blooded,
and--" they had the little dining-room to themselves; he rose swiftly
from his chair and, crossing to her side, stooped and kissed her, not
once, but twice, and thrice,--"I'm glad of it! And that reminds me, I
have a couple of errands to attend to, so you will have to manage to
worry along without me for fifteen minutes or so."
She laughed up into his face: "How can I ever stand it? I've worried
along without you all my life. I guess I'll survive."
"You won't have to much longer," he smiled, and hastened from the room.
A half-hour later he returned to find her waiting in the hotel
"parlour." She saw that his eyes were shining as he crossed eagerly,
seated himself upon the haircloth sofa beside her, and whispered in her
ear.
"Winthrop! Indeed we won't do anything of the kind! Why
it's--it's----"
"It's impractical, and it's romantic," he finished for her.
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