Ninety miles in the sun, at ninety in the shade.

Water once at the Mal Pais, and it alkali." I reminded Dan Anderson that in view of his promise to absent himself at the time of the arrival of the Socorro stage, he was not conducting himself with the proper regard either to decorum or historical accuracy.
"I want to go," said Dan Anderson, "and I ought to go.

I ought to go climb that tree and leave a pink and lavender card of regrets for the lady and her dad.

I reckon I will go, too, if I can ever get this faintness out of my legs.

But somehow I can't get started.