She ain't altogether ignorant--she knows how to climb on a horse, anyway, and she kicked about having to ride sideways on account of her skirts.
She was plumb out of her head, and talked wild, but she handled her reins like a rider.

And she never mentioned Bob, nor anybody else excepting some fellow she called Charlie.

She thought I was him, but she only talked to me friendly.

She didn't pull any love talk at all." "Charlie ?" Pop ruminated over a fresh quid of tobacco.

"Charlie! Mebby Bob, he stakes himself to a different name now and then.