Look at the pictures in the magazines." Such remarks amused Carley, and later she took advantage of an opportunity to notice her neighbors.

They appeared a rather quaint old couple, reminding her of the natives of country towns in the Adirondacks.

She was not amused, however, when another of her woman neighbors, speaking low, referred to her as a "lunger." Carley appreciated the fact that she was pale, but she assured herself that there ended any possible resemblance she might have to a consumptive.
And she was somewhat pleased to hear this woman's male companion forcibly voice her own convictions.

In fact, he was nothing if not admiring.
Kansas was interminably long to Carley, and she went to sleep before riding out of it.

Next morning she found herself looking out at the rough gray and black land of New Mexico.