"Hetty," he cried, "are you then so anxious to go--so unwilling to stay, even for a day, after the school closes? Is there nothing--is there no one here you regret to leave behind you?" Poor little Hetty! How they had praised her for her heroism once. There was no praise due her then, as she had protested again and again. Now she was the heroine, when she answered, though with averted face and smothered voice, "Nothing--no one;" adding, quickly, "you have all been so kind to me that naturally I shall feel homesick for the Yedral Ranch, and shall be so glad to see any of you when you come to the city." Frank had heard "the tears in her voice," and though he turned from her abruptly, it was not in anger, as she fancied. "Father," he said, a day or two later, "I don't know but I'll take a run over the mountains, now harvesting is over, and there seems nothing particular for me to do." "Please yourself and you'll please me, Frank," was the answer. "Got any money? You kin git it when you want it." Then there was nothing more said about the journey, and Frank, making no further preparations, seemed to have forgotten all about it. When Hetty was lifted into the little wagon that took herself and trunk to the big gate, she repeated her hope of sooner or later greeting the members of the Sutton family in San Francisco. "Not soon, I'm afeard, Miss Hetty; me an' father and Johnny never goes to the city, and as for Frank--I reckon he'll want to git married first, and bring Lolita 'long with him." Martin, who was driving, probably knew the meaning of the fire in the old man's eye, for he whipped up the horse and drove off, as though "fearing to miss the stage," as he explained at the turn of the road. Altogether, George showed neither as much surprise nor pleasure as Hetty had faintly expected him to evince. When they reached the first town he came and stood by the open coach window, after the customary halt, drawing on his gloves first, and then pointing out, with great exactitude, where the old _adobe_ tavern had formerly stood, on the opposite side of the street. During this interesting conversation, some tardy passengers came out of the hotel, with hasty steps, and mounted to the top of the stage with much hurried scrambling. Then George left Hetty's window, mounted his throne, and drove on. We need not say how Hetty's heart sank with the sinking sun; and only when George came out of the station-house where they had taken supper, ready and equipped for the night's drive, did a light rise in her eyes. "I thought you stopped at this station," she said, as he again leaned at her window, while the same hasty steps and confused scrambling on the top of the stage fell, half unconsciously, on her ear. "Well--yes. As a general thing, I do. But me and Dick's changed off to-night, so't I can see you into the cars to-morrow morning." "How tired you will be," she remonstrated.