Have you kept your cowboy things?"
"Oh, yes. They're knocking around somewhere. I have to put them on once in
a while."
"If I accept your invitation to come and see your place, will you 'dress
up' in them?"
"Of course, if it'd please you. But I'd feel a fool rigging myself out
just to show off, like an actor."
"Yet, that's the bribe you'll have to offer if you want me to pay you a
visit."
"It's settled then. I hope the moths haven't got my 'shaps' since I had
'em on last."
They both laughed and went to breakfast. What a good world it was! Angela
told Nick the tale of the mysterious apparition of a beauteous "nighty,"
and wondered how she could ever have felt unhappy, or depressingly grown
up.
The others who were going to Mirror Lake were almost ready to start, and
the "buckboard" which was to take Nick and Angela had come to the hotel
door. But these two, at all times small eaters, were exhilarated by the
wine of life, and a little milk and bread sufficed them. They did not keep
the party waiting, and so they were regarded with favour--the handsome
young man and the lovely girl about whose relations to each other people
were quite good-naturedly speculating. Angela saw that she was regarded
with interest, and that eyes turned from her to Nick.
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