She was a very romanceful kind of girl.
When I seen she had it figgered out I was in a quest fur some high-mucky-muck fur a dad, I didn't tell her no different.

I didn't take much stock in them earls and nights myself.

So fur as I could see they was all furriners of one kind or another.

But that thing of being into a quest kind of interested me, too.
"How would I know him if I was to run acrost him ?" I asts her.
"You would feel an Intangible Something," she says, "drawing you toward him." I asts her what kind of a something.

I make out from what she says it is some like these fellers that can find water with a piece of witch hazel switch.