Don't you reckon Adam was about the scaredest thing in the wide, wide world about the time old Ma Eve set up her bakeshop under the spreading fig tree?
I don't know that I make myself right plain--you see, it's sort of funny here.
We aren't used to women any more." "Oh, well, now, my dear sir, you see, my daughter--" "I know all about her," said Dan Anderson, sharply.
"I don't doubt she thought I was a mere trifler.

She couldn't understand that it isn't right for a man to stick to anything until he's found the right thing to stick to.

I don't blame her the least bit in the world.

She could only see what I _wasn't_ doing.

I knew what I was _going_ to do, and I know it now." There was a gravity and certainty about Dan Anderson now that went through the self-consciousness of the man before him.