I'll not forget what I owe my momma,
and just thank her all I know, but I'm thanking you too--just as hard."
She tiptoed until she was able to kiss him on the cheek. Then her
ready smile broke out afresh, and she gently pushed him toward the door.
"Who is it wasting my time? There," she cried, as she opened the door,
and her father vanished through it, "get right out, and don't you dare
come back for an hour."
The ranchman's laugh echoed down the corridor as he moved away. Then
Nan, practical and sober once more, closed the door and rang for the
chambermaid.
* * * * * *
Whatever success could be claimed for the men who had founded and built
up the "Obar" Ranch, and it was more than considerable, the triumph of
that night was in no small measure to the credit of Nan Tristram.
But when it was all over, when the last of the three beautiful gowns
had been tucked tenderly away in the drawers which were their temporary
home, and Nan was left to the night solitude in which to go over once
more in her secret thoughts each keenly vivid detail of the
kaleidoscopic play of events as they had swept past her during the
evening, they found her soberly wondering if, after all, the
anticipated delight had been realized.
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