Then he fondly and solemnly drew her to him.
"And how about that hearth and saddle of your own ?" he asked, a moment later.
"I well-nigh won to them.

The grass house is my hearth, and the _Martha_ my saddle, and--and look at all the trees I've planted, to say nothing of the sweet corn.

And it's all your fault anyway.

I might never have loved you if you hadn't put the idea into my head." "There's the _Nongassla_ coming in around the point with her boats out," Sheldon remarked irrelevantly.

"And the Commissioner is on board.