The buckskin began blowing among the pebbles, nosing for grass, and Annixter shifted his cigar to the other corner of his mouth.
"Pretty place," he muttered, looking around him.

Then he added: "Miss Hilma, see here, I want to have a kind of talk with you, if you don't mind.

I don't know just how to say these sort of things, and if I get all balled up as I go along, you just set it down to the fact that I've never had any experience in dealing with feemale girls; understand?
You see, ever since the barn dance--yes, and long before then--I've been thinking a lot about you.

Straight, I have, and I guess you know it.
You're about the only girl that I ever knew well, and I guess," he declared deliberately, "you're about the only one I want to know.
It's my nature.

You didn't say anything that time when we stood there together and Delaney was playing the fool, but, somehow, I got the idea that you didn't want Delaney to do for me one little bit; that if he'd got me then you would have been sorrier than if he'd got any one else.
Well, I felt just that way about you.