"Cold cream to the eyes and ears," said he.

"To the untutored face, the sun of this heathen district is something sinful; and like enough she never heard of collodion for cracked lips in an alkali country.

And a veil--oh, sacred spirits! that veil and its contents is now hatin' Carrizoso flats and all the inarticulate earth till fare-ye-well! Wrapped up to the topmast in a white veil,--or one of was-white,--gray travelling gown, common-sense boots.

Gloves--ah, yes.

And hate--hate--why, can't you feel the simmerin', boilin' hatred of that States girl just raisin' the temperature of this land of Canaan?
Hate us?
Why, she'll be poisonous.