of the affected organ. Mr. Bannister’s letter fluttered to the floor.
“It’s—it’s well now, isn’t it, Teddy?”
“Sound as a mesquite chunk. I deceived you in one thing. I paid fifty thousand for your ranch as soon as I found you had no title. I had just about that much income accumulated at my banker’s while I’ve been herding sheep down here, so it was almost like picking the thing up on a bargain-counter for a penny. There’s another little surplus of unearned increment piling up there, ’Tave. I’ve been thinking of a wedding trip in a yacht with white ribbons tied to the mast, through the Mediterranean, and then up among the Hebrides and down Norway to the Zuyder Zee.”
“And I was thinking,” said Octavia, softly, “of a wedding gallop with my manager among the flocks of sheep and back to a wedding breakfast with Mrs. MacIntyre on the gallery, with, maybe, a sprig of orange blossom fastened to the red jar above the table.”
Teddy laughed, and began to chant:
And doesn’t know where to find ’em.
Let ’em alone, and they’ll come home,
And———”
Octavia drew his head down, and whispered in his ear But that is one of the tales they brought behind them.
THE END
