"I am glad it is you and not I who is to deal with these clod-hoppers.

I should turn sour--or laugh myself to death." "Getting tired of it already, Della ?" "Dreadfully tired, Gary.

If I could see one interesting person, or a good-looking man with whom I could flirt----" "Don't forget our engagement, Della," warned Warden.
She laughed, shooting a mischievous glance at him.

"Oh, it would be harmless, I assure you--mere moral exercise.

Do you imagine I could lose my heart to one of these sagebrush denizens ?" "Not you, Della," grinned Warden; "that isn't your style." The girl yawned again, and got to her feet, smoothing her ruffled skirts.