"I'll be obliged for some--my man don't seem to get time to go fishing." "Make you acquainted with Mis' Davidson, Mis' Gage," she continued.
"This is the school teacher.

She comes every fall to teach up above, when she's done living on her Idaho homestead, summers." "How do you do, Miss--Mrs.Davidson," began Mary, offering her hand.
"If you know Mrs.Jensen I ought to know you--she's been very good to me.

Come in, won't you?
Sit down on the gallery." "Yes, this new porch is about as good as anywheres right now," commented Mrs.Jensen.

"It's a little hot, ain't it ?" They found seats of boxes and ends of logs.
Mrs.Davidson cast a glance into the open door.

It included the spectacle of a neat, white-covered bed, a table with a clean white oil-cloth cover, a series of covered and screened receptacles such as the place might best afford out of its resources.