They're cheats--and worse, some of them." Bud's glance followed hers through the window that overlooked the corrals and the outbuildings.

Lew was coming up to the house with a slicker over his head to keep off the drizzle.
"Well, remember I'd do anything for you that I'd do for my mother or my sister Dulcie.

And I wish you'd call on me just as they would, if you get in a pinch and need me.

If I know you'll do that I'll feel a lot better satisfied." "If I need you be sure that I shall let you know.

And I'll say that 'It's a comfort to have met one white man,'" Marian assured him hurriedly, her anxious eyes on her approaching husband.
She need not have worried over his coming, so far as Bud was concerned.
For Bud was in the sitting-room and had picked Honey off the piano stool, had given her a playful shake and was playing the Blue Danube as its composer intended that it should be played, when Lew entered the kitchen and kicked the door shut behind him.
Bud spent the forenoon conscientiously trying to teach Honey that the rests are quite as important to the tempo of a waltz measure as are the notes.