"But if it's drifting anywhere, it's going end on.

Perhaps that's why I couldn't catch the corner." "But there is no corner to a drift fence," she cried.
"No corner ?" She shook her head as if not trusting herself to speak.
"And it doesn't go around anything--there is no field ?" Again she shook her head.
"Just runs away out in the country somewhere and stops ?" She nodded.

"It must be eighteen or twenty miles from here to the end." "Well, of all the silly fences!" he exclaimed, looking away to the mountain peaks toward which he had been so laboriously making his way.
"Honestly, now, do you think that is any way for a respectable fence to act?
And the Dean told me to be sure and get home before dark!" Then they laughed together--laughed until their horses must have wondered.
As they rode on, she explained the purpose of the drift fence, and how it came to an end so many miles away and so far from water that the cattle do not usually find their way around it.
"And now the magic!" he said.

"You have made a most unreasonable, unconventional and altogether foolish fence appear reasonable, proper and perfectly sane.

Please explain your coming with Snip to my relief." "Which was also unreasonable, unconventional and altogether foolish ?" she questioned.
"Which was altogether wonderful, unexpected and delightful," he retorted.
"It is all perfectly simple," she explained.