"It doesn't concern me," she said, coldly and turned away.
"Won't you ride along with me?
I'm driving around for the mail," he called after her.
"No," returned Lenore, shortly, and hurried on out of earshot.

The impertinence of the fellow! "Mawnin', Miss Lenore!" drawled a cheery voice.

The voice and the jingle of spurs behind her told Lenore of the presence of the best liked of all her father's men.
"Good morning, Jake! Where's my dad ?" "Wal, he's with Adams, an' I wouldn't be Adams for no money," replied the cowboy.
"Neither would I," laughed Lenore.
"Reckon you ain't ridin' this mawnin'.

You sure look powerful fine, Miss Lenore, but you can't ride in thet dress." "Jake, nothing but an aeroplane would satisfy me to-day." "Want to fly, hey?
Wal, excuse me from them birds.

I seen one, an' thet's enough for me....