An' then, if you're interested,' to show you how little so-called civilized people know of nature." Helen realized then that whatever his calling, hunter or wanderer or hermit, he was not uneducated, even if he appeared illiterate.
"I'll be happy to learn from you," she said.
"Me, too!" chimed in Bo.

"You can't tell too much to any one from Missouri." He smiled, and that warmed Helen to him, for then he seemed less removed from other people.

About this hunter there began to be something of the very nature of which he spoke--a stillness, aloofness, an unbreakable tranquillity, a cold, clear spirit like that in the mountain air, a physical something not unlike the tamed wildness of his pets or the strength of the pines.
"I'll bet I can tell you more 'n you'll ever remember," he said.
"What 'll you bet ?" retorted Bo.
"Well, more roast turkey against--say somethin' nice when you're safe an' home to your uncle Al's, runnin' his ranch." "Agreed.

Nell, you hear ?" Helen nodded her head.
"All right.

We'll leave it to Nell," began Dale, half seriously.