"I'm sure glad to meet you, an' my daughter
Flo will be, too."
That about her picture pleased and warmed Carley. "Yes, I'm Glenn
Kilbourne's fiancee. I've come West to surprise him. Is he here. . . . Is--
is he well?"
"Fine. I saw him yesterday. He's changed a great deal from what he was at
first. Most all the last few months. I reckon you won't know him. . . . But
you're wet an' cold an' you look fagged. Come right in to the fire."
"Thank you; I'm all right," returned Carley.
At the doorway they encountered a girl of lithe and robust figure, quick in
her movements. Carley was swift to see the youth and grace of her; and then
a face that struck Carley as neither pretty nor beautiful, but still
wonderfully attractive.
"Flo, here's Miss Burch," burst out Mrs. Hutter, with cheerful importance.
"Glenn Kilbourne's girl come all the way from New York to surprise him!"
"Oh, Carley, I'm shore happy to meet you!" said the girl, in a voice of
slow drawling richness. "I know you. Glenn has told me all about you."
If this greeting, sweet and warm as it seemed, was a shock to Carley, she
gave no sign. But as she murmured something in reply she looked with all a
woman's keenness into the face before her.
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