"Dear me, I do hope Sary and Jeb will be there on time," sighed Mrs. Brewster, with a worried frown. "Don't worry about them, Mah, because I'll say they have been waiting for us this last hour," laughed Sam Brewster. "Sary wouldn't give Jeb a moment's peace until she got that ring," added Anne Stewart, laughingly, "and once she had it she would never give him another moment's peace until she had shown it to every one of us!" "Anne's right, mother," giggled Polly, nodding her head wisely. And so it turned out. When the Brewster party reached the station in Denver, and before Sam Brewster could seek for his two servants Sary shouted so that every one at that end of the building heard her. "Here we-all be, Mr. Brewster! Jeb an' me's be'n lookin' out fer you-all this last hour! Come right on, and see mah ring!" Eyes turned in the direction of the voice and there stood Sary, perched upon one of the benches in order to look over the heads of the people who stood about in groups or who kept going and coming through the station. She was waving her hand wildly to attract the attention of her party. Eleanor laughed so hysterically at the sight that she could hardly stand, but Polly dragged her along after the others until they reached Sary and Jeb. "Ah d'clar' to goodness, folks! This city is one big camp, all right!" vouchsafed Jeb, his eyes wide enough to pop at the great adventure. "Don't you-all go talkin' of sech things, Jeb, when we-all got more important things to do," was Sary's scathing criticism, as she gave Jeb a shove to quiet him. "Here--jest you-all look at this diamond! Three times bigger'n Anne Stewart's! Pull off that glove, Anne, and le's see mine and your'n side by side!" exclaimed Sary, eagerly. Anne laughed but complied with the challenge. Two hands were compared--a small white hand with polished nails and with a sparkling diamond shining upon the third finger of the left hand, and a large-boned red hand with stubby nails on the fingers, but one finger displaying a great Rhinestone set so high that it would have been a menace had Sary tried to use her fist on an enemy. Jeb stood by grinning widely at the praise bestowed upon him for his choice of the largest stone in the department store. "Cost some cash, that stone, eh Jeb?" chuckled Sam Brewster. "Bet chure life, Boss!" was Jeb's snappy reply. Eleanor now pulled Sary's head down in order to whisper into her ear. "Sary, when you get back to Pebbly Pit, Mrs. Brewster will give you a pile of finery I left for your trousseau. You will be delighted to get the laces and other trimmings for your hope-box." "Ah, Nolla, won't ah, jest! An' when Ah comes to Noo York to see you-all, you won't know me in my fine togs!" was Sary's eager reply. "Oh! were you expecting to come, Sary?" Eleanor asked. "Shure thing, Nolla. Onct Ah'm married Ah'm goin' to travel every year!" exclaimed Sary. "New York's a long way off from here, Sary," ventured Eleanor.