For twenty years I knew them intimately.

Will Andres was as true and square and white a man as ever lived and Nelly was just as good a woman as he was a man.

They and my wife and I were more like brothers and sisters than most folks who are actually blood kin.
"One day, along toward sundown, about a month before Sibyl was born, Nelly heard the dogs barking and went to see what was up.

There stood Myra Willard at the gate--like she'd dropped out of the sky.

Where she came from God only knows--except that she'd walked from some station on the railroad over toward the pass.