It's a wonder Mona didn't go with her mother.

But no--it'd be awful if Jack had to cook his own grub for a week.

Say, the water has come up a lot, don't yuh think, Bud?
If it raises much more Mona'll sure have a chance to 'cope with the situation.

It'd just about serve her right, too." Thurston did not think so, but he was in too dispirited a mood to argue the point.

It had not been good for his peace of mind to sit and watch the color come and go in Mona's cheeks, and the laughter spring unheralded into her dear, big eyes, and the light tangle itself in the waves of her hair.
He guided his horse carefully through the deep places, and noted uneasily how much deeper it was than when they had crossed before.