And I was very proud, on that bright Sunday morning, going down the long bleak road among the sandhills.

I, too, had my girl, and was a little man.
The Italian rancho was a bachelor establishment.

Our visit was hailed with delight.

The red wine was poured in tumblers for all, and the long dining-room was partly cleared for dancing.

And the young fellows drank and danced with the girls to the strains of an accordion.