"Yes, an' if I hadn't hit the trail west we'd be starvin' yet.

Jane, you're a sentimental old fool.

Let the girl alone an' reconcile yourself to this wilderness." Aunt Jane's eyes were wet with tears.

Lucy, seeing them, ran to her and hugged and kissed her.
"Auntie, I will promise--from to-day--to have some dignity.

I've been free as a boy in these rider clothes.