I don't see why we couldn't leave one wagon and a team at least up there, to get in supplies.

That would help you in getting things started around on your place again, wouldn't it ?" "Would it, Doc ?" said Sim Gage, brightening immensely.

"It would raise a _load_ offen me, that's what it would! Right now, especial." He cleared his throat.
"That there brings me right around to what I come down here to talk about," said he with sudden resolution.

"For instance, there was a letter come to her up there--from back where she lived--from Annie Squires.

So her and me got to talking over that letter, you see." "What did Annie Squires say, if it's any of my business ?" said the Doctor, looking at him steadily.
"Well, I was just talking things over, that way, and we allowed that maybe Annie Squires could come out here--after--well, after the _wedding_, you see." It was out! Sim Gage wiped off his brow.
"The wedding ?" "Why, one thing and other, her and me got to talking things over.
Things couldn't run on; so we--we fixed it up." "Gage," said Doctor Barnes suddenly, "I've got to talk to you." "Well, all right, all right, Doc.