She was terribly ashamed, for some reason, because she knew the words of that song.
"A cowpuncher--actually _whistling_ at me!" she muttered, "I've never known a red-headed man who wasn't insolent!" The whistling died out, a clear-ringing baritone began a new air: "Oh, father, father William, I've seen your daughter dear.
Will you trade her for the brindled cow and the yellow steer?
And I'll throw in my riding boots and...." Marianne slammed down the window.

A moment later she was horrified to find herself smiling..