But as to cake, there was none could compass it.

And I knew there was not a woman in all Heart's Desire.
Curly enjoyed his advantage for a few moments as we wound on down the trail among the pinons.

"Heap o' things happened since you went down to tend co'te," said he.

"You likely didn't hear of the new family moved in last week.

Come from Kansas." "Then there's a girl," said I; for I was far Westerner enough to know that all the girls ever seen west of the Pecos came from Kansas, the same as all the baled hay and all the fresh butter.