Men simply will not talk about such things.
The cavalry beauty seemed to look at this frontier life philosophically--what she really thought about it, I never knew.

Mrs.
Bailey was so much occupied by the care of her young child and various out-door amusements, that she did not, apparently, think much about things that happened around us.

At all events, she never seemed inclined to talk about them.

There was no one else to talk to; the soil was strange, and the atmosphere a foreign one to me; life did not seem to be taken seriously out there, as it was back in New England, where they always loved to sit down and talk things over.

I was downright lonesome for my mother and sisters.
I could not go out very much at that time, so I occupied myself a good deal with needle-work.
One evening we heard firing across the canon.