Beside him, in vivid contrast, the girl trudged in her heavy shoes and bedraggled skirts, her sullen eyes fastened doggedly on the road, her hair showing ragged and disreputable in the brilliant sunshine.

Hampton himself could not remain altogether indifferent to the contrast.
"You look a little rough, Kid, for a society call," he said.

"If there was any shebang in this mud-hole of a town that kept any women's things on sale fit to look at, I 'd be tempted to fix you up a bit." "Well, I'm glad of it," she responded, grimly.

"I hope I look so blame tough that woman won't say a civil word to us.

You can bet I ain't going to strain myself to please the likes of her." "You certainly exhibit no symptoms of doing so," he admitted, frankly.
"But you might, at least, have washed your face and fixed your hair." She flashed one angry glance at him, stopping in the middle of the road, her head flung back as though ready for battle.