Conversation lagged after the start, for the bumping and rumbling of
the heavy wagon as it went over rocks and ruts in the rough trail,
forced all the breath from the passenger's lungs.
The wagon drew up beside the porch of the ranch-house and Anne found
the family waiting to receive them. She jumped from her perch and
greeted Polly, then smiled at Mr. and Mrs. Brewster as the girl
introduced her. Even Sary felt flattered at the kindly greeting
accorded her by this pretty school-teacher.
"Wh-hy--you are all alone!" gasped Polly.
Then Anne explained about the telegram just as her train was about to
leave Denver. The looks of blank surprise changed to relief as the
family heard the cause of the other two girls' non-appearance. They all
entered the house together, delighted with each other. Mrs. Brewster
felt that she was going to like this girl.
Anne was delighted with the place and everything in connection with it.
Even the intense coloring of the sofa or the pea-green shades failed to
disturb her peace and repose that night.
After the supper dishes had been cleared away, Mrs. Brewster led the
way to the wide terrace that stretched from the porch to the descent of
the crater. Here the group watched the sunset, and became better
acquainted. By bedtime, Mrs. Brewster was of the opinion that any man
excepting John, who got Anne Stewart for a wife was very fortunate,
indeed! John was still a superior being.
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