Mr.Ellsworth was of the belief that he himself had planned it so far as himself and Dan Anderson were concerned.
"My daughter was on her way out to California, you see," Ellsworth began again; "down at El Paso she took a sudden freak for coming up here to see about the climate--lots of folks go West nowadays, you know, even in the spring.

I'll warrant she's sick of the trip by now.
A good climate has to have dust to season it.

One of the mules went lame--thought we would never get here.

And now tell me, where'll she stop ?" The personification of Eastern Capital looked about him dubiously at the only hotel of Heart's Desire, before which the coach had pulled up as a matter of course.

"Any women folks in town, anywhere ?" he inquired, bringing his roving eye to rest upon Dan Andersen's impassive face.
"I was upon the point of saying, Mr.Ellsworth," replied Dan Anderson--and vaguely one felt that his diction was once more that of Princeton--"that my friend here, a prominent member of the bar, will go with Miss Ellsworth to the house of a nice little woman, wife of--er--a cow gentleman of our acquaintance.