Watch that meat, Jack; I think it's burning." It was hardly beginning to cook, but she turned it obediently and hid another slow smile.

Rising, she passed behind his chair, and pretended to busy herself with something near the wall.

This was the environment and attitude which would make him talk most freely, she knew.
"Speaking of careless men," said Pierre, "I could tell you a yarn, Jack." She stood close behind him and made about his unconscious head a gesture of caress, the overflow of an infinite tenderness.
"I'd sure like to hear it, Pierre." "Well, it was like this: I knew a fellow who started on the range with a small stock of cattle.

He wasn't a very good worker, and he didn't understand cattle any too well, so he didn't prosper for quite a while.

Then his affairs took a sudden turn for the better; his herd began to increase.