And so it came to pass that Miss Grace Winthrop returned to Boston
cherishing towards desperadoes in general, and towards the desperadoes
of New Mexico in particular, sentiments as generous as they were
unusual.
Miss Winthrop the elder, whose soul was accustomed to a purer ether than
that in which desperadoes ordinarily are found, presently forgot the
vicarious excitements of her journey eastward in the calm joys of the
Summer School of Philosophy.
And Mr. Hutchinson Port longed to be able to forget the whole State of
California: when he realized, as he did with a most bitter keenness,
that the superficial charms of that greatly overrated region had
detained him upon the Western coast until the terrapin season was
absolutely at an end!