It would be a dream just to live all your life in it.

I'd like to be an Indian squaw sometimes." Several times Billy checked himself on the verge of speech.
"About those fellows you thought you was in love with," he said finally.
"You ain't told me, yet." "You want to know ?" she asked.

"They didn't amount to anything." "Of course I want to know.

Go ahead.

Fire away." "Well, first there was Al Stanley--" "What did he do for a livin' ?" Billy demanded, almost as with authority.
"He was a gambler." Billy's face abruptly stiffened, and she could see his eyes cloudy with doubt in the quick glance he flung at her.
"Oh, it was all right," she laughed.