Stay out of the woods an' go to work....

You can marry that girl!" "No chance for me, Auntie," replied Dale, smiling.
The old woman snorted.

"Much you know! Any girl would have you, Milt Dale, if you'd only throw a kerchief." "Me!...

An' why, Auntie ?" he queried, half amused, half thoughtful.

When he got back to civilization he always had to adjust his thoughts to the ideas of people.
"Why?
I declare, Milt, you live so in the woods you're like a boy of ten--an' then sometimes as old as the hills....