We're out of the world heah.
It's just as well you've lived apart from us, Jean, for comin' back this way, with all that stuff, does us a lot of good.

I cain't say, son, how obliged I am.

My mind has been set on the hard side of life.
An' it's shore good to forget--to see the smiles of the women an' the joy of the kids." At this juncture a tall young man entered the open door.

He looked a rider.

All about him, even his face, except his eyes, seemed old, but his eyes were young, fine, soft, and dark.
"How do, y'u-all!" he said, evenly.
Ann rose from her knees.