"You little darling," she choked; then she looked up, her eyes moist, "and I'm inclined to call you a big darling," said she.
"I'll get the milk can," said Brainerd, hastily.
Mrs. Peyton heroically kept away from the little ranch for a week thereafter; though she sent Manuelo to borrow Daphne one day "to see the little pigs." Then, munitioned with some foodstuff or other, she made another raid. In the course of the conversation with Brainerd she mentioned sagebrush honey.
"It has a flavour all its own—most delicious. We used to get it at San Diego, and I have always remembered it."
"I know it well," Brainerd broke in eagerly, for him. "In fact the bees I put in last year seem to prefer the sage. I can let you have some."
"Can you now, really? That would be a real treat."
Delighted to be able to reciprocate, Brainerd took the greatest pains to select the darkest and most highly flavoured of the sage honey for his gift. He was absurdly pleased at being able to do something, to offer something unique to his own small establishment. But the next time Mrs. Peyton's black ponies scrambled up the little hill, he met her with a sad shake of the head.
"You know you are an awful liar," he told her seriously.
"It can't be very serious if you call me that to my face," she smiled.
"It is serious. What do you mean by your sagebrush honey stuff?"
"What do I mean? What do you mean?"
"I took a Sunday off, and rode about the foothills yesterday. Why didn't you tell me the Colonel kept beehives in practically every cañon in the hills?—where there's nothing but sage?"
But Mrs. Peyton rallied instantly.
"I have no intention of being put upon," she announced, "nor of discussing my husband's affairs with you. Here are some fresh rolls for Daffy's lunch; and I have not a moment to stop. Take them!" and she drove off in full but orderly retreat.
The Colonel's experience was similar except that his victory was neither so pronounced nor so prompt. He had no luck at all with his proffers of help about the ranch. Brainerd would not listen to the loan of men, tools, or materials. He ran his own
