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Mary could hardly wait to tell the news to Phil and Mrs. Lee. She ran / nearly all the way from the Wigwam to the ranch, her hat in her hand, / and the lid of her lunch-basket flapping.
Long before she came within calling distance, she saw Phil mount his / horse out by the pasture bars, and ride slowly along the driveway which / led past the tents to the public road. With the hope of intercepting / him, she dashed on still more wildly, but her shoe-strings tripped her, / and she was obliged to stop to tie them. Glancing up as she jerked them / into hard knots, she breathed a sigh of relief, for he had drawn rein to / speak to Mr. Ellestad and the new boarder, who were sitting in the sun / near the bamboo-arbour. Then, just as he was about to start on again, / Mrs. Lee came singing out to the tents with an armful of clean towels, / and he called to her some question, which brought her, laughing, to join / the group.