It was something else, something he could not put into words, that held him back from open upbraidings.
He gave Andy's wife, Rosemary, the mail and stopped to sympathize with her because Annie-Many-Ponies had gone away and left the hardest part of the ironing undone.

Luck had told Annie to help Rosemary with the work; but Annie's help, when Luck was not around the place, was, Rosemary asserted, purely theoretical.
"And from all you read about Indians," Rosemary complained with a pretty wrinkling of her brows, "you'd think the women just LIVE for the sake of working.

I've lost all faith in history, Mr.Furrman.I don't believe squaws ever do anything if they can help it.

Before she went off riding today, for instance, that girl spent a whole HOUR brushing her hair and braiding it.

And I do believe she GREASES it to make it shine the way it does! And the powder she piles on her face--just to ride out on the mesa!" Rosemary Green was naturally sweet-tempered and exceedingly charitable in her judgements; but here, too, the cat-and-dog feud had its influence.