Alton felt for his comrade's leg under the table and kicked it grievously.
"There wasn't any trouble, and the snow was soft," said he.

"You're going to make a dress of that stuff, Miss Nellie ?" "Yes," said the girl.

"I could, however, wish the stuff was better." Alton smiled gravely.

"Of course!" he said.

"Still, it don't count for much.