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"We'll make a regular picnic of it," added Dunke heartily.

"You'll enjoy eating out of a dinner-pail for once just like one

of my miners, Miss Kinney."

After he had gone Margaret mentioned to Mrs. Collins her feeling

concerning him. "I don't really like him. Or rather I don't give

him my full confidence. He seems pleasant enough, too." She

laughed a little as she added: "You know he does me the honor to

admire me."

"Yes, I know that. I was wondering how you felt about it."

"How ought one to feel about one of the great mining kings of the

West?"

"Has that anything to do with it, my dear? I mean his being a

mining king?" asked Mrs. Collins gently.

Margaret went up to her and kissed her. "You're a romantic little

thing. That's because you probably married a heaven-sent man. We

can't all be fortunate."

"We none of us need to marry where we don't love."