"Florence Grace is kinda getting on my nerves.

If I done what I feel like doing, I'd crawl under the platform and size up the layout through a crack.

Honest to gracious, Boys, I hate to meet that lady." They grinned at him heartlessly and stared at the black smudge that was rolling toward them.

"She's sure hittin' her up," Pink vouchsafed with a certain tenseness of tone.

That train was not as ordinary trains; dimly they felt that it was relentlessly bringing them trouble, perhaps; certainly a problem--unless the homeseekers hovered only so long as it took them to see that wisdom lay in looking elsewhere for a home.
Still-- "If this was August instead of May, I wouldn't worry none about them pilgrims staying long," Jack Bates voiced the thought that was uppermost in their minds.
"There comes two livery rigs to haul 'em to the hotel," Pink pointed out as he glanced toward town.