the gleam of the bird of prey in her little gray
cold eyes. All the gossip of Rosewater was very old, scandal rare. "What
is it, Minerva?" she asked, eagerly. "Are they engaged? And do you know
just why he has come out here?"

"I only know what everybody says about his coming here--that his health
ain't good, and he wants to make the ranch pay by running it himself;
but that other--" She paused and lifted her thin shoulders
significantly. "Well, all I can say is, that if they ain't engaged they
ought to be."

Mrs. Wheaton leaned forward eagerly, but Mrs. Colton said, severely:
"That is just your evil mind, Minerva. You are always imagining things;
comes of having nothing to think about but cards and novels--six
children were what you needed."

"I guess I have as much as anybody to think about, what with having no
help half the time, and a husband who wants his meals on time whether or
no. And I guess I worked as hard in the City Improvement Club as anybody
until we got all those concrete sidewalks for the town, let alone the
parks. What if I do read novels and play cards for recreation? Too much
thinking ain't good for anybody."

"Oh, never mind," interrupted Mrs. Wheaton, hastily. "But what did you
mean, anyhow?"

"Well, as you know, I don't sleep very well, and I often get up and sit
at the window, watching for the boat 'bus, and just imagining where the
people who are out late, or up early, are going to and what they are
thinking about. Well, I've seen him"--jerking her shoulder at Gwynne,
who was now dancing with Miss Boutts--"I've seen him riding home from
here as late as ten or half-past, many a night. He may have been
duck-shooting and stayed to supper. That's all right, but he could go
home just after. I for one don't think it's decent--a girl living all
alone like she does. If he wants to shoot ducks, anyhow, why don't he
join a club? If he does all his shooting here it's to be with her, and
no mistake. I've said from the very first, it's downright indecent for a
girl to live alone on a farm--no chaperon, not even a woman servant. I,
for one, think that Isabel Otis has done just as she pleased long
enough, and ought to be called down."

"It is only natural that she should do as she pleases now that she has
the chance, poor soul," said Mrs. Colton. "She never had anything but
trouble and sorrow in her life until James Otis died. I wish he could
have died when she was little and I could have brought her u