You can't tell how things'll turn out." "Indeed! _Indeed_!" "Well, now, I was just hoping you would write the ad, that's all.

Just you write me a ad like you was a sagebrusher out here in this country, and you was awful lonesome, and had a good ranch, and was kind-hearted--and not too good-looking--and that you'd be kind to a woman.

Well, that's about as far as I can go.

I was going to leave the rest to you." Mrs.Davidson's lips still remained round, her forehead puckered.

She leaned ponderously, fell forward into her weighty walk.
"I make no promise, sir-r-r!" said she, as she veered in passing.
But still, human psychology being what it is, and woman's curiosity what it also is, and Mrs.Davidson being after all woman, that evening when Wid Gardner passed out to his gate, he found pinned to the fastening stick an envelope which he opened curiously.