Spunk is not everything.

You simply couldn't stand this." "Glenn, how little you know a woman!" she exclaimed.

"Come along and show me your old sheep-dip." They rode out of the woods into an open valley that might have been picturesque if it had not been despoiled by the work of man.

A log fence ran along the edge of open ground and a mud dam held back a pool of stagnant water, slimy and green.

As Carley rode on the baa-baa of sheep became so loud that she could scarcely hear Glenn talking.
Several log cabins, rough hewn and gray with age, stood down inside the inclosure; and beyond there were large corrals.