The Little Woman laughed.

She didn't seem to need the tapering off of the story, as most women demand.
"And so you think I have plenty of _indicaziones_, but mighty little chance of getting the me-_tall_," she pointed the moral.

"Well, then tell me what to do." It was in the telling, I think, that Casey for the first time forgot to be shy and became his real, Casey Ryan best.

The Little Woman saw at once, when he pointed it out to her, that she ought to drift and cut under the iron capping instead of tunnelling away from it as they had been doing.
But she was not altogether engrossed in that tunnel.

I think her prospecting into the soul of Casey Ryan interested her much more; and being a woman she followed the small outcropping of his Irish humor and opened up a distinct vein of it before the evening was over.