"Reckon he fetched home a lot of presents for his folks--the kids--and his sister," muttered Ellen.
"That was nice of him.

Whatever this is he shore meant it for sister Ann....

Ann Isbel.

Why, she must be that black-eyed girl I met and liked so well before I knew she was an Isbel....

His sister!" Whereupon for the second time Ellen deposited the fascinating package in her tent.