Gosh! I want somebody I can talk to about something besides dresses and the proper way to cure sprained ankles, and whether the grocer sent out the right brand of canned peaches.

Women are all right--but a man wants some one around to talk to.

You ain't married!" "Oh.

Ain't I ?" Ford snorted.

"And what if I ain't ?" "Say, there's a mighty nice girl staying with us; the one you rescued.
She's laid up now--got bucked off, or fell off, or something yesterday, and hurt her foot--but she's a peach, all right.