"I have been quite curious about you, Mr. Winthrop," she said. "You are
quite like Anne. I adore Anne. Shall we turn Boyar into the corral?"
If William Stanley Winthrop had had any idea of making an impression, he
forgot it. The impression Louise was unconsciously making straightway
absorbed his attention.
"Yes, indeed! Turn him into the corral--turn him into _anything_, Miss
Lacharme. You have the magic. Make another admirer of him."
"Thank you, Mr. Winthrop. But Boyar could hardly be improved."
"You trained him, didn't you?" queried Winthrop.
Louise laughed. "Yes. But he was well-bred to begin with."
Winthrop ejaculated a mental "Ouch!" Simplicity did not necessarily mean
stupidity.
"Do you enjoy mining--the real work--out there in the desert, Mr.
Winthrop?"
"I could enjoy anything in company with Overland."
"Of course. Do you think people who have lots of money are apt to be
cynical?" she asked.
"Not more so than people without money. But what splendid animals!" he
exclaimed as they approached the corral.
"Uncle Walter and I are very fond of them," she said, turning Boyar into
the inclosure.
"Do you know, Miss Lacharme, I like horses and dogs and cats, and I just
revel in burros.
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