None of the Diamond H knew that Holy's letter, neatly framed, hung in
Miss Johnson's room at a fashionable girls' school, where it was the
centre of attraction; and a valued souvenir of her summer visit to her
brother's ranch, which included the episode of a dance at Willcox.
The silence of the prairie brooded over the Diamond H ranch. Inside the
bunkhouse four cowpunchers slept serenely unconscious of the odour of
freshly baking bread that drifted from the ranch kitchen.