"But we didn't hate it long," I explained. "It was magnificent this afternoon, riding over the plains."
"Over the plains!" she cried. "And not over the Mesa! What remarkable tourists you are! How did you escape going first to the Garden of the Gods?"
"They told us we ought to, and so John wouldn't."
"I admire you. You are the great unprecedented."
"As a reward, we might take you through the Garden of the Gods to-morrow," said Mrs. Ellerton.
"Or as a punishment," her niece amended. "They would much prefer to ride or walk."
We protested, and the drive was arranged.
"Well," said I, as we closed the gate behind us—
"Well!" said John—
"Pike's Peak improves on acquaintance."
"Pike's Peak is great!"
