You just take the chalk and--but of course you've done it before." "Oh, no, I haven't." "Why, of course you haven't--what am I thinking of?
Plenty of room on the Plains without chalking, I'll be bound.

Well, you just chalk out a place the size of a blanket anywhere on the tin that ain't already marked off, you know, and that's your property.

You and your bed-mate take turnabout carrying up the blanket and pillows and fetching them down again; or one carries them up and the other fetches them down, you fix it the way you like, you know.

You'll like the boys, they're everlasting sociable--except the printer.

He's the one that sleeps in that single bed--the strangest creature; why, I don't believe you could get that man to sleep with another man, not if the house was afire.