"That beats the world, too.

It cuts our flowers to pieces, and sometimes kills the sheep on the plains.

We are very proud of it.

The doctor thinks everything in Colorado perfection." "I have always pitied places which had to be irrigated," remarked Clover, with her eyes fixed on the little twin-lakes which yesterday were lawns.
"But I begin to think I was mistaken.

It's very superior, of course, to have rains; but then at the East we sometimes don't have rain when we want it, and the grass gets dreadfully yellow.