"I wonder how it would seem to be a pale, languid lady and ride in a carriage." "Ask me!" laughed the man.

"It feels like the--dickens! I'm so proud of my feet.

It's quite a trick to stand on them now.

I have to keep out of the water all I can and stop to baby every half-mile.

But with interesting outdoor work I'll be myself in a week." "Do you call that work ?" Elnora indicated the creek.
"I do, indeed! Nearly three miles, banks too soft to brag on and never a strike.