You-all recalls when they pays twenty-five dollars for skelps in Tucson?
My wife's that thrifty them days that she buys all her own an' my child Abby's clothes with the Injuns she pots.

Little Abby used to scout for her maw.

"Yere comes another!" little Abby would cry, as she stampedes up all breathless, her childish face aglow.

With that, my wife would take her hands outen the wash-tub, snag onto that savage with her little old Winchester, and quit winner twenty-five right thar.' "'Which I don't marvel you-all mourns her loss,' says Enright consolin'ly.
"'She's shorely--Missis Glegg is--' says old Glegg, shakin' his grizzly head; 'she's shore the most meteoric married lady of which hist'ry says a word.

My girl Abby's like her.' "'But whatever's your objection,' argues Enright, 'to this young an' trusty sport who's so eager to wed Abby ?' "'I objects to him because he gambles,' says old Glegg.