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Katherine New after the two, raised her eyebrows, shook her head, then smiled and went back to Rhoda

It wasnear by with her sewing

"Well!" said Rhoda wonderingly "I'ht, after all!"

Katherine jumped up and took Rhoda's thin little hand joyfully

"Indeed you are!" she cried "Thanks to Kut-le!"

"Thanks to who man He said his name was Charley Cartwell"

"Yup!" answered Katherine "Charley Cartwell! His other naht Isn't he good-looking, though!"

"I don't knoas so dizzy I couldn't see him He seemed very dark Is he a Spaniard?"

"Spaniard! No!" Katherine atching Rhoda's languid eyes half mischievously "He's part Mescallero, part Pueblo, part Mohave!"

Rhoda sat erect with fla face

"You mean that he's an Indian and I let him carry rew to laughter

"I thought that would get a rise out of you, you blessed tenderfoot! What difference does that make? He rescued you from a serious predicament; and more than that he's a fine fellow and one of Jack's dearest friends"

Rhoda's delicate face still was flushed

"An Indian! What did John DeWitt say?"

"Oh!" said Katherine, carelessly, "he offered to drive Kut-le back to the ditch, and he hasn't got ho a Harvard man and Kut-le a Yale!"

Rhoda's curved lips opened, then closed again The look of interest died from her eyes

"Well," she said in her usual weary voice, "I think I'll have a glass of o out on the porch You see I' all the trouble to you, Katherine, that I said I would be"

"Trouble!" protested Katherine "Why, Rhoda Tuttle, if I could just see you with the old light in your eyes I'd wait on you by inches on ainst the warm hand that still held hers, and the mute thanks said more than words

The veranda of the Newreen vines Froure amid the vivid cushions, Rhoda looked upon a landscape that combined all the perfection of verdure of a northern park with a sense of illi space that should have been fairly intoxicating to her Two huge cottonwoods stood beside the porch Beyond the lawn lay the peach orchard which vied with the bordering alfalfa fields in fragrance and color The yellon of tree-trunks and the white of grazing sheep against vegetation of richest green were astonishing colors for Rhoda to find in the desert to which she had been exiled, and in the few days since her arrival she had not ceased to wonder at them