She appeared in the doorway with downcast eyes and a stain of red in her white cheek.
She had a pretty, sad face and bright hair.
"Don't be bashful, Jennie," said Euchre.

"You an' Duane have a chance to talk a little.

Now I'll go fetch Mrs.Bland, but I won't be hurryin'." With that Euchre went away through the cottonwoods.
"I'm glad to meet you, Miss--Miss Jennie," said Duane.

"Euchre didn't mention your last name.

He asked me to come over to--" Duane's attempt at pleasantry halted short when Jennie lifted her lashes to look at him.