Mrs.Andrews, ruddy and strong, looked the pioneer rancher's hard-working wife.

Her face brightened at the advent of Columbine, and showed a little surprise and curiosity as well.
"Laws, but it's good to see you, Columbine," was her greeting.

"You 'ain't been here for a long spell." "I've been coming, but just put it off," replied Columbine.
And so, after the manner of women neighbors, they began to talk of the fall round-up, and the near approach of winter with its loneliness, and the children, all of which naturally led to more personal and interesting topics.
"An' is it so, Columbine, that you're to marry Jack Belllounds ?" asked Mrs.Andrews, presently.
"Yes, I guess it is," replied Columbine, smiling.
"Humph! I'm no relative of yours or even a particular, close friend, but I'd like to say--" "Please don't," interposed Columbine.
"All right, my girl.

I guess it's better I don't say anythin'.

It's a pity, though, onless you love this Buster Jack.