"Dad, if Bill doesn't let me ride Jake, I don't believe I can remember some things I saw down on Sinkhole range--through the field glasses, from Snake Ridge.

I shall feel so badly I'll just have to go into my room, and lock the door and cry--all--day--long!" To prove it, Mary V's lips began to quiver and droop at the corners.

To prepare for the deluge, Mary V got out her handkerchief.
Bill looked unhappy.

"That horse ain't safe for yuh to ride," he temporized.

"He's liable to run away and kill yuh.