Even beyond the bounds of reason.
However, he was not given much time to nurse any imaginary grievance.
For Nan reappeared after a surprisingly short interval, and the
transformation she had achieved was not a little startling. Her dusty
riding suit had given place to a pretty house frock of some softly
clinging material which restored to her at once the charm of her
essential femininity. The pretty brown of her eyes, and the wavy
softness of her hair became indescribably charming in such a setting.
Bud regarded her with warm approval, and his spirits rose.
"Jeff's coming right up after he's eaten," she said, as they look their
places at the table. "He's getting the food he needs at the bunkhouse.
He guesses he hasn't time to get supper right."
"Ah."
The announcement gave Bud more pleasure than his monosyllable admitted.
His eyes once more took in the picture Nan made as she sat behind the
steaming coffee urn at the head of the table. And somehow the change
she had made became less startling.
The meal was the customary ranch supper.
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