The silver mine is panning out big and she will be a very rich girl by the time she comes of age.

Have a cup of coffee with me ?" "Yes, Tom." While Tom was eating his breakfast, he and Grace discussed their personal affairs, then Grace walked with him to the tethering ground, first having seen to it that Tom's pack contained sufficient food to last him through his journey of several days to the Cumberlands.
Good-byes were then said and Tom rode away.
After watering the ponies, Grace returned to camp and sat by the fire thinking, until it was time to call her companions.

By the time they came out she had breakfast ready for them.

Washington, who slept in a little pup-tent, had to be dragged out by the feet by Hippy before he was sufficiently awake to function.
"Laundry," said Hippy solemnly, "I hope you never get caught in a burning house in the night.

If you are, the house and yourself will be a heap of ashes in the cellar by the time you get awake." "Listen to him, will you, Nora Wingate," cackled Emma Dean hoarsely, for the chill of the mountain morning had gotten into her throat.
"For your information, Miss Dean, I will say that the only time my Nora ever listens to her husband is when he talks in his sleep." A pained expression appeared on Hippy's face when he said it.
"Go on wid ye," laughed Nora.