She was Anne Winthrop then,
and Louise and she had found much in common to enjoy in shopping and
sightseeing. Their one regret was that Louise would have to return to
the West before her marriage to the young Dr. Marshall they all admired
so much. There had been vague promises of coming West after "things were
settled," as Anne put it. Which was merely another way of saying, "After
we are married and have become enough used to each other to really enjoy
a long trip West."
The Marshalls had arrived with three years of happiness behind them, and
apparently with an aeon or so of happiness to look forward to, for they
were quiet, unassuming young folks, with plenty of money and no desire
whatever to make people aware of it.
The host brought cigars and an extra steamer-chair to the wide veranda.
"It's much cooler out here. We'll smoke while the girls tell each other
all about it."
"I _should_ like to sit on something solid for a few minutes," said the
doctor. "It was a most amazing drive."
"We're pretty well used to the canon," said Stone. "Yet I can see how it
would strike an Easterner."
"Indeed it did, Mr. Stone. There is a thrill in every turn of it, for
me. I shall dream of it.
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