But you see I'm limited.

Can't leave Arizona or I'll get my remittance cut off." "Why were you sent here into exile ?" asked Myrtle artlessly.
He turned red and refused to meet her eyes.
"Went wrong, Miss," he said, "and my folks wouldn't stand for it.

We're all in the same boat," sweeping his arm around, "doing punishment for our misdeeds." "Do none of you ever reform ?" inquired Patsy.
"What's the use?
We're so far away from home no one there would ever believe in our reformation.

Once we become outcasts, that's the end of our careers.

We're buried in these Western wilds and allowed just enough to keep alive." "I would think," said Uncle John musingly, "that the manly way would be to cut yourself off entirely from your people at home and go to some city in the United States where honesty and industry would win a new name for you.