There's no young man to compare with you, hereabouts.

An' this girl--she'll have all the spunk of the Auchinclosses." "Then maybe she'd not be such a catch, after all," replied Dale.
"Wal, you've no cause to love them, that's sure.

But, Milt, the Auchincloss women are always good wives." "Dear Auntie, you're dreamin'," said Dale, soberly.

"I want no wife.

I'm happy in the woods." "Air you goin' to live like an Injun all your days, Milt Dale ?" she queried, sharply.
"I hope so." "You ought to be ashamed.