"
"Think of that, Cameron!" murmured the Inspector reproachfully. But
Cameron only shook his head.
"Good-bye!" he said. "No, I don't think I pine for mountain scenery.
Remember me to Martin and to Man--to Nurse Haley."
"Good-bye!" said the little nurse. "I have a good mind to tell them what
you said. I may. Just wait, though. Some day you will very humbly beg my
pardon for that slight upon my assistant."
"Slight? Believe me, I mean none. I would be an awful cad if I did.
But--well, you know as well as I do that, good soul as Mandy is, she is
in many ways impossible."
"Do I?" Again the joyous laugh pealed out. "Well, well, come back and
see." And waving her hand she stood to watch them down the trail.
"Jolly little girl," said the Inspector, as they turned from the railway
tote road down the coulee into the Kootenay trail. "But who is this
other?"
"Oh," said Cameron impatiently, "I feel like a beastly cad. She's
the daughter of the farmer where I spent a summer in Ontario, a good
simple-hearted girl, but awfully--well--crude, you know. And yet--"
Cameron's speech faded into silence, for his memory played a trick upon
him, and again he was standing in the orchard on that sunny autumn day
looking into a pair of wonderful eyes, and, remembering the eyes, he
forgot his speech.
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