Beggin' your pawdin--you ain't Mormons ?" "No.

We're nieces of Al Auchincloss," rejoined Helen.
"Wal, you don't say! I've been down Magdalena way an' heerd of Al....
Reckon you're goin' a-visitin' ?" "It's to be home for us." "Shore thet's fine.

The West needs girls....

Yes, I've heerd of Al.
An old Arizona cattle-man in a sheep country! Thet's bad....

Now I'm wonderin'-- if I'd drift down there an' ask him for a job ridin' for him--would I get it ?" His lazy smile was infectious and his meaning was as clear as crystal water.