I guess I'm nothin' but a rough-neck stagedriver an' prospector, clear into the middle of my bones.

If I had the sense of a rabbit I never'd gone hellin' through life the way I've done.

I'd amount to somethin' by now.

As it is I ain't nothin' and I ain't nobody--" "You're Casey Wyan! You make me sad when you say that!" Babe protested sleepily, lifting her head from his shoulder and spatting him reprovingly on the cheek.

"You're my bes' friend and you've got a lots more sense than a wabbit!" "And your rainbow, Casey Ryan ?" the Little Woman asked softly.