'Clear out of here, that's all.' 'But where'll I clear out to ?' I wanted to know.

'I don't care!' she snaps again, savage as a settin' hen, 'so long's you clear out of my sight.' So here I be.

Don't ask me why she changed her mind: _I_ don't know.
Nothin' you want to the store ?" "No." "Say, Ros, you know what I think ?" "Far be it from me to presume to guess your thoughts, Lute." "Well, I think this is a strange world and the strangest thing in it is a woman.

You never can tell what they'll do ten minutes at a stretch.
I--" "All right, Lute.

I'll hear the rest of the philosophy later." "Philosophy or not, it's the livin' truth.