Love stories; New Mexico -- Fiction; Western stories
She sat on the veranda of her new home with Miss Louise Dent, telling
her friend what pleasure she was taking in its arrangement and
direction. "At first daddy didn't want me to do it. He thought it would
be too much care and responsibility for me, and that we'd better board.
But I said if a girl eighteen years old wasn't old enough and big
enough to begin to take care of her father she never would be, and so he
gave up. And now! Well, you'll see how he enjoys our home! He just beams
with happiness every time he comes into the house. And I'm perfectly
happy. Daddy is so good, and it's such a pleasure to make things nice
and comfortable for him!"
"I'm so glad," Miss Dent replied, "that you are happy here with him. He
has had so many years of lonely wandering. And I know that he has long
been looking forward to the time when you and he could have a home
together. Your father hasn't had an easy life, dear. You could never
guess all that he has been through. But he is a strong and determined
man, and he's finally won success--just as I always knew he would.
That's what I admire in him so much--that he never would give up." She
stopped, a faint flush mounting to her brow. Lucy threw both arms around
her neck and kissed her.
"Of course, Dearie," she exclaimed, "you must appreciate my father, for
you've known him so long; but it makes me love you all the more to hear
you say so--and oh, Dearie, I'm going to make such a beautiful home out
of this place!" Lucy looked about, her girlish face glowing with proud
and pleased proprietorship. "I know how new and barren it looks now, but
just wait till I've been at work at it for a year!"
She went on to speak of her plans, asking Miss Dent's advice. In the
back-yard the gaunt wings of a big windmill gave a touch of ultra modern
picturesqueness and promised the fulfilment of the girl's hope of a lawn
and flowers, trees and shrubbery, in the near future. A little
conservatory jutted from the southern side of the house, while a deep
veranda ran halfway across the eastern front and around the other two
sides. The neutral, gray-green color of the structure melted into the
hue of the hills and the surrounding _mesa_, leaving its barren newness
less aggressive.
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