I hardly know which was the more unpleasant to dwell upon, but I do know that it made me mighty poor company for Edith.

I sat there on a near-by rock and lighted cigarettes, only to let them go out, and glowered at King's Highway, off across the flat, as if it were the mouth of the bottomless pit.

I can't wonder that Edith called me a bear, and asked me repeatedly if I had toothache, or anything.
By and by she had her kodak in working order again, and took two or three pictures of the divide.

Edith is very pretty, I believe, and looks her best in short walking-costume.

I wondered why she had not ridden out to the butte; Beryl had, the time I met her there, I remembered.