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o'clock in the morning
`` Eloise , do you really care ? '' I turned away quickly that I might not hear any more . The rest of that night I sat wide awake and staring at the misty valley of the Kaw , where silvery ripples flashed up here and there against the shadowy sand-bars . * * * * * The steamboat for St. Louis left the Westport Landing wharf at six o'clock in the morning , before the mists had lifted over the big yellow Missouri . From our bluff I saw the smoke belch from its stacks as it pulled away and started down-stream ; but only Uncle Esmond and Jondo waited to wave good-by to the sweet-faced girl looking back at them from its deck . Beverly had overslept , and Little Blue Flower had left an hour earlier with a wagon-train starting west toward Council Grove . In her room lay the white Grecian robe and the headband of wrought silver with coral pendants .