"Only real pal I ever had.

I took care of her the best I knew how.

I'm going to keep on." A certain truculence was in her tone.
Wid Gardner and Annie Squires soon found themselves together and somewhat apart, for she beckoned him to meet her outside the cabin.
"Say, Mister," said she to him suddenly, "tell me,--are you the man that wrote them letters to us girls?
I know he never done nothing like that." She indicated Sim Gage, who stood staring vacuously at her trunk, which still stood upon the ground near the car.
Wid Gardner flushed deeply.

"I ain't saying one way or the other," said he.

"But I know the letters went, all right.