The girl looked into her face, and her own changed into a look of utter horror.

The girls in the carriage were smitten into helpless astonishment.

The saloon-keeper had come to the door of the saloon and was standing there looking on with his hands on his hips.

And the Rectangle from its windows, its saloon steps, its filthy sidewalk, gutter and roadway, paused, and with undisguised wonder stared at the two girls.

Over the scene the warm sun of spring poured its mellow light.