Wouldn' want all women reddish, but fer variety 'twas sorter nice, you know.

He always did like sompin' odd.
And he now threw all his energy into the advocacy of Perritaut.

It was the natural location of a county-seat.

Metropolisville never would be nawthin'.
Monday morning found him at Perritaut's house, ready to sell himself in marriage.

As for the girl, she, poor brown lamb--or wolf, as the case may be--was ready, with true Indian stolidity, to be disposed of as her father chose.