He felt, as he had done with Peppajee, that he had not known Miss Georgie at all until to-day, and he was a bit startled at what he was finding her to be.
"Of course," she laughed, when she rustled in again like a whiff of fresh air, "I had to go clear to the bottom of the last trunk I looked in.

Lucky I only have three to my name, for it would have been in the last one just the same, if I'd had two dozen and had ransacked them all.
But I found it, thank Heaven!" She came eagerly up to him--he was sitting in the beribboned rocker dedicated to friendly callers, and had the rug badly rumpled with his spurs, which he had forgotten to remove--and with a sweep of her forearm she cleared the little table of novel, newspaper, and a magazine and deck of cards, and barely saved her box of chocolates from going bottom up on the floor.
"Like candy?
Help yourself, if you do," she said, and tucked a piece into her mouth absent-mindedly before she laid the leather-bound book open on the table.

"Now, we'll see what information Mr.Copp can give us.

He's a high authority--General Land Office Commissioner, if you please.

He's a few years old--several years old, for that matter--but I don't think he's out of date; I believe what he says still goes.
M-m-m!-'Liens on Mines'-- 'Clause Inserted in Patents'-- 'Affidavits Taken Without Notice to Opposing'-- oh, it must be here--it's GOT to be here!" She was running a somewhat sticky forefinger slowly down the index pages.