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is discomfiture. For the first time in his life he felt himself unequal to a social emergency. A curious sensation went over Elizabeth. Somehow she felt as if she had been kissed by a total stranger. She drew back and picked up her small belongings. For a moment Stanwood thought she was going. "Don't you get your mail out here any more?" she asked. "Not very regularly," he replied, guiltily conscious of possessing two or three illegible letters from his daughter which he had not yet had the enterprise to decipher. "Then you did not expect me?" "Well, no, I can't say I did. But"--with a praiseworthy if not altogether successful effort--"I am very glad to see you, my dear." The first half of this speech was so much more convincing than the last, that the girl felt an unpleasant stricture about her throat, and knew herself to be on the verge of tears. "I could go back," she said, with a pathetic little air of dignity. "Perhaps you would not have any place to put me if I should stay." "Oh, yes; I can put you in the museum"--and he looked at her with the first glimmer of appreciation, feeling that she would be a creditable addition to his collection of curiosities. Elizabeth met his look with one of quick comprehension, and then she broke into a laugh which saved the day. It was a pleasant laugh in itself, and furthermore, if she had not laughed just at that juncture she would surely have disgraced herself forever by a burst of tears. Cy Willows, meanwhile, believing that "the gal and her pa" would rather not be observed at their first meeting, had discreetly busied himself with the two neat trunks which his passenger had brought. "Hullo, Jake!" he remarked, as the ranchman appeared at the door; "this is a great day for you, ain't it?" The two men took hold of one of the trunks together, and carried it into the museum. When the door opened, Willows almost dropped his end from sheer amazement. He stood in the middle of the room, staring from Venus to altar-cloth, from altar-cloth to censer. "Gosh!" he remarked at last. "Your gal's struck it rich!" The "gal" took it more quietly. To her, the master of this fine apartment was not Jake Stanwood, the needy ranchman, but Jacob Stanwood, Esq., gentleman and scholar, to the manor born. She stepped to the window, and looked out across the shimmering plain to the rugged peaks and the warm blue slopes of "the range," and a sigh of admiration escaped her.
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