I don't know much about them.

Now, Wid--Wid Gardner--he's the next rancher to me, this side--he sometimes has folks come there in the fishing season." "Your log house is all painted and nice, isn't it ?" "_Painted_, ma'am?
Lord, no! You don't paint a log house none." "I never saw one in my life," said she contritely; then, sighing.

"I never will, now." "Do men come to your place very much, then ?" she asked at length.
"Why, Wid, he sometimes comes over." "And who is Wid ?" "Like I said, he's got the next ranch to mine.

He's maybe a forwarder sort of man than me." "Did he have anything to do with--that advertisement ?" "How can you guess things like that ?" "He thought you were all alone ?" "We did have some talk.

But I want to tell you one thing, ma'am--if I had ever thought onct that we'd a-brung a woman like _you_ here, I'd never of been part nor party to it.