They said there wasn't any one in the parlor--they said there might be some one in the parlor, though, maybe.

And I was--I was--ma'am, I was lookin'-- I reckon I was lookin' for you!" He laid his hat and gun upon the table, and stood with one hand against its edge.

"Yes, I come down from Heart's Desire," he began again.
"From where ?" broke in a low, sweet voice.

"From Heart's Desire?
What an exquisite name! Where is it?
What is it?
That sounds like heaven," she said.
"It might be, ma'am," said Tom Osby, simply, "but it ain't.

The water supply ain't reg'lar enough.