"That's not fair.

I was thinking how wonderful you are.

Why, I would give--what wouldn't I give to be able to do a thing like that!" There was no mistaking his earnestness, and Kitty was all sunshine again, pardoning him with a smile.
"You see," she explained, "I have always lived here, except my three years at school.

Father taught me to use a riata, as he taught me to ride and shoot, because--well--because it's all a part of this life, and very useful sometimes; just as it is useful to know about hotels and time-tables and taxicabs, in that other part of the world." "I understand," he said gently.

"It was stupid of me to notice it.