"I knew all along you were a fine-looking man--the Western type.

We women all admire it, don't you know?
And I'd like to see you in the Western dress too.

I always liked that.
But, tell me, what can you do?
What do you do?
Do you read out here much?
Do you have anything in the way of music?
I used to play the piano a little." Sim moved about awkwardly on his chair.

"I ain't got around to getting another pianny since I moved in here.

Maybe we can, some day, after the hay gets turned.