Miss Allen's nose was a nice nose, and above it twinkled a pair of warm brown eyes with humorous little wrinkles, around them; and still above them fluffed a kinky-curly mass of brown hair.

Weary looked at her also, but he did not smile, because she looked a little like his own schoolma'am, Miss Ruty Satterly--and the resemblance hurt a sore place in his heart.
"-- So if any of you gentlemen could possibly take us out to the tract, we'd be eternally grateful, besides keeping our independence intact with the usual payment.

Could you help us out ?" "We all came in on horseback," Weary stated with a gentle firmness that was intended to kill their hopes as painlessly as possible.
"Wouldn't there be room on behind ?" asked Miss Allen with hope still alive and flourishing.
"Lots of room," Weary assured her.

"More room than you could possibly use." "But isn't there any kind of a rig that you could buy, beg, borrow or steal ?" Miss Hallman insisted.

"These girls came from Wisconsin to take up claims, and I've promised to see that they get the best there is to be had.