I believe she could walk right up blindfolded and put her hand on the thing she wants every time." "I'm like father," said Christine, softened a little by the celebration of her peculiarity.

"He says the reason so many people don't get what they want is that they don't want it bad enough.

Now, when I want a thing, it seems to me that I want it all through." "Well, that's just like father, too," said Mela.

"That's the way he done when he got that eighty-acre piece next to Moffitt that he kept when he sold the farm, and that's got some of the best gas-wells on it now that there is anywhere." She addressed the explanation to her sister, to the exclusion of Margaret, who, nevertheless, listened with a smiling face and a resolutely polite air of being a party to the conversation.

Mela rewarded her amiability by saying to her, finally, "You've never been in the natural-gas country, have you ?" "Oh no! And I should so much like to see it!" said Margaret, with a fervor that was partly, voluntary.
"Would you?
Well, we're kind of sick of it, but I suppose it would strike a stranger." "I never got tired of looking at the big wells when they lit them up," said Christine.