There's Nora, Sam's girl, the head waiter; an' Mary, the red-headed girl; an' Kitty, the littlest waiter girl; an' the new grocery man's wife; an' Hank Peterson's wife, from down to his ranch.

Oh, there'll be plenty o' ladies, don't you never doubt.

Why, say, Sam, he told me, last time he went down to Plum Centre, he was goin' to ask Major Buford an' his wife, an' the gal that's stayin' with them--tall gal, fine looker--why, Sam, he said he would ast them, an' maybe they'd come up to the dance--who knows?
Sam, he says that gal ain't no common sort--whole outfit's a puzzler to him, he says, Sam does." "And when does this all happen, Curly, boy ?" asked Battersleigh.
"Why, night after to-morrer night, to the big stone hotel.

They're goin' to clean out the dinin'-room for us.

Three niggers, two fiddlers, an' a 'cordion--oh, we'll have music all right! You'll be over, of course ?" "That we will, me boy," responded Battersleigh.