There's a little hotel.
I can leave you----" "No--not Carrollton," she interrupted.

"My uncle sells goods there, and they know him.

And if anything is in the Sutherland papers about me, why, they'd know." "Not with you in that slip and sunbonnet.

I'll make up a story--about our wagon breaking down and that I've got to walk back into the hills to get another before we can go on.
And--it's the only plan that's at all possible." Obviously he was right; but she would not consent.

By adroit questioning he found that her objection was dislike of being so much trouble to him.