"There's a telegram comin' up fer you after a while, Mr. Bonner," he
said. "Bud's out delivering one to Mr. Grimes, and he's going to stop
here on the way back. I was at the station when it come in. It's from
your ma, and it says she'll be over from Boggs City early in the
morning."
"Thanks, Roscoe," said Bonner with an amused glance at Rosalie; "you've
saved me the trouble of reading it."
"They are coming to-morrow," said Rosalie long afterward, as the last of
the Crows straggled off to bed. "You will have to go away with them,
won't you?"
"I'm an awful nuisance about here, I fancy, and you'll be glad to be rid
of me," he said softly, his gaze on the blazing "back-log."
"No more so than you will be to go," she said so coolly that his pride
suffered a distinct shock. He stole a shy glance at the face of the girl
opposite. It was as calm and serene as a May morning. Her eyes likewise
were gazing into the blaze, and her fingers were idly toying with the
fringe on the arm of the chair.
"By George!" he thought, a weakness assailing his heart suddenly; "I
don't believe she cares a rap!"
CHAPTER XXVI
The Left Ventricle
The next day Mrs. Bonner and Miss Bonner descended upon Tinkletown. They
were driven over from Boggs City in an automobile, and their advent
caused a new thrill of excitement in town.
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