"Oh, stacks of them. I spent all one Saturday afternoon pasting them in
an album as big as this table. They made a perfect fireside grand tour
for me. What did you like best in all your trip?"
"I think," said West, turning his handsome blue eyes full upon her,
"that I like getting back."
Sharlee laughed. "It's done you a world of good; that's plain, anyway.
You look ready to remove mountains."
"Why, I can eat them--bite their heads off! I feel like a fighting-cock
who's been starved a shade too long for the good of the bystanders."
He laughed and waved his arms about to signify enormous vitality.
Sharlee asked if he had been able to make a start yet with his new work.
"You might say," he replied, "that I dived head-first into it from the
steamer."
He launched out into eager talk about his hopes for Blames College. In
all his wide circle of friends, he knew no one who made so sympathetic
and intelligent a listener as she. He talked freely, lengthily, even
egotistically it might have seemed, had they not been such good friends
and he so sure of her interest. Difficulties, it seemed, had already
cropped out.
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