On the contrary, she had intelligence and feeling.

There had been a rich vibrance in her voice as she told of that frightful ordeal; a dimness had come into her eyes as she spoke of her mother gabbling feverishly of the green hills and babbling brooks; she had yearned maternally at mention of those wretched little children.

No, there was a sincere emotional quality concealed in this young giantess, and a sensitiveness quite unexpected.
Gray remained silent until she opened her eyes; then he said: "When you and your mother come to Dallas to do your shopping, won't you let me take you around to the right shops and see that you get the right things ?" Then, prompted by the girl's quick resentment, he added, hastily, "-- at the right prices ?" Allie's face cleared.

"Why, that's right nice of you!" she declared.
"I--I reckon we'd be glad to." Gus Briskow was a sandy, angular man; a ring of air holes cut in the crown of his faded felt hat showed a head of hair faded to match the color of his headgear; his greasy overalls were tucked into boots, and a ragged Joseph's coat covered his flannel shirt.

Both the man and his makeup were thoroughly typical of this part of the country, except in one particular--Pa Briskow possessed the brightest, the shrewdest pair of blue eyes that Calvin Gray had ever seen, and they were surrounded by a network of prepossessing wrinkles.
He came directly in to greet his visitor, then said: "I never expected you'd come 'way out here an' bring your plunder with you.