"I never thought of clothes.

And I don't want to leave White Slides." "But, lass, you're goin' to be married!" expostulated Belllounds.
"Didn't it occur to Jack to take me to Kremmling?
I can't make new dresses out of old ones." "Wal, I reckon neither of us thought of thet.

But you can buy what you like in Denver." Columbine resigned herself.

After all, what did it matter to her?
The vague, haunting dreams of girlhood would never come true.

So she went to her wardrobe and laid out all her wearing apparel.