In his mind he could see Kitty dressed in some cool, simple gown, fresh and dainty after the morning's housework, sitting with book or sewing on the front porch.

The porch was on the other side of the house, it is true, and the distance was too great for him to distinguish a person in any case, but all that made no difference to Phil's vision--he could see her just the same.
Kitty had been very kind to Phil at the celebration.

But Kitty was always kind--nearly always.

But in spite of her kindness the cowboy felt that she had not, somehow, seemed to place a very high valuation upon the medal he had won in the bronco-riding contest.

Phil himself did not greatly value the medal; but he had wanted greatly to win that championship because of the very substantial money prize that went with it.