It was a surprise. My 'way-back ancestors must have
been pirates."
"Mine--grew roses--in southern France."
"I am glad they eventually came to America," he said.
"Are you so fond of candy, Mr. Winthrop?"
"No."
"Neither am I."
"I'm glad they came, just the same. I simply can't help it."
"Overland--Mr. Summers--doesn't take life very seriously, does he?"
asked Louise.
"Not as seriously as life has taken him, at odd times."
"You brought Collie in your car, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"He's much better?"
"Yes. But he's pretty shaky yet. He's a little queer, in fact. As we
came up the canon he asked me to stop the car by the cliff, near this
end,--that place where the sunlight comes through a kind of notch in the
west. I thought he was tired of the motion of the car, so we stopped and
he lay back looking at the cliff. Pretty soon the sun shot a long ray
past us and it fairly splattered gold on the canon wall. Then the shaft
of sunlight went out. 'It will shine again,' he said, as if I didn't
know that. Collie's a pretty sick man."
Later Winthrop and Louise joined the others at the veranda. Louise
excused herself. She searched a long time before she found another rose.
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