Goin' to winter there, the old maid was tellin' me.

I brought out their mail to 'em.

Marion Rose is the girl's name.

I guess she's got a feller or two down in Los Angeles--I brought out a couple letters today in men's writin'-- different hands, at that.
"They's somethin' queer about 'em that I can't see through.

They was both settin' out in the sun--on that log right by the trail as you go in to the cabin--and they'd washed their hair and had it all down their backs dryin' it.