Wait till I get my coat.

I don't wear it very often, but we'll just show you that we can dress up for the evening here, the same as they do in the States." As Dan Anderson, his head bent down and his hands in his pockets, crossed the _arroyo_ alone, he met Curly coming the other way.
Curly's brow was wrinkled, though he expressed a certain consciousness of the importance of his position in society at the time.
"Say, man," said he, jerking his thumb toward the house, "that new girl is the absolute limit.

She dropped in just like we'd been expectin' her.

I was some scared; but _she's_ just _folks_!" Dan Anderson hardly heard him.

He passed on into the house, where he had long ago made himself easily at home with the women of the place.
It was a half hour later that he spoke directly to the girl.