"But when your lungs went wrong----?"
Misterton laughed.
"Being a doctor, you see--and a devilish clever chap--he knew that I'd
be as right as rain out here. 'If you want Angela,' he said, 'you must
go full steam for fresh air and sunshine.'"
Riding home through the cactus and manzanita Ajax said irritably, "Is
there any Paradise on earth without a fool in it?"
* * * * *
The following spring, Angela came out. We attended the wedding, Ajax
assisting as best man. Afterwards, somewhat reluctantly, we agreed
that Angela's photograph had aroused expectations not quite satisfied.
She was very pretty, but her manners were neither of the town nor of
the country. Ajax said, "There must be hundreds like her in Upper
Tooting; that's where she ought to live."
Because I was more than half assured of this, I made a point of
disputing it.
"She's plastic, anyway; a nice little thing."
"Is a nice little thing the right sort of a wife for a squatter?"
"If she loves him--"
"Of course she loves him--now."
"Look at her pluck in coming out!"
"Pluck? She has five sisters in Upper Tooting.
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