You belong right out here--with me." "I couldn't--I can't," said Annie.

"I couldn't let her go back alone.
I got to take care of that kid." "She ain't blind no more," said Wid.

"But she don't have to go back! This here place where we stand is hers, ain't it?
What more does she want?
And we'd be right here, too, all the time, to help her and watch her, wouldn't we, now ?" "You don't know her," said Annie Squires.

"I do." "But, Annie," he went on, "you'd ought to see this out here in the valley when the spring comes! It's green, all green! The sage has got five different colors of green in it--you wouldn't think that, would you?
And some blue.

And you ain't seen the mountains yet when they're white with snow on them--that's something you got to see fer to know what a mountain is.