Whiteman came out with his hat above his head, and said, "Velgome." The girl looked backward down the street as they turned to cross the _arroyo_ beyond which stood the house of the Kansas family, where Curly lived.

The off mule limped.

"Poor little fellow," she said; "I wanted them to stop.

They have no pity--" "No," said Learned Counsel to her, "there is no such thing as pity in all the world." She fell silent at this, and looked back once more, unconsciously, down the street, as one who would gladly pity, or be pitied.

But soon the coach was at Curly's house, and there came out to meet it, already forewarned of her guest, the Littlest Girl, wiping her hands on her apron, which means Welcome on the frontier.
The Littlest Girl, uncertain and overawed by her visitor, came forward and took a first look.