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"Carley," he said, at last turning to her with a warm smile, "out here

in the West the cook usually yells, 'Coet it' Draw up your

stool"

And presently Carley found herself seated across the crude table froht, and the smart

of wood smoke in her eyes In years past she had sat with hireen shadows of the Astor, or in the suis But this event was so different, so

striking, that she felt it would have li, the look of Glenn! When had he ever seemed like this, wonderfully

happy to have her there, consciously proud of this dinner he had

prepared in half an hour, strangely studying her as one on trial? This

ht have had its effect upon Carley's reaction to the situation,

ry enough and

the dinner was good enough to make this hour memorable on that score

alone She ate until she was actually ashahed

heartily, she talked, she made love to Glenn Then suddenly an idea

flashed into her quick irl Flo teach you to cook?" she queried, sharply

"No I alas handy in camp Then out here I had the luck to fall

in with an old felloas a wonderful cook He lived with me for a