I'm likely to need money, and be obliged to come back to you for a job." On this tiny crumb of comfort Cora's hungry heart seized greedily.

The little pink-cheeked one helped out the sad meal.

She knew nothing of the long trail upon which her hero was about to set foot, and took possession of the conversation by telling of a little antelope which one of the cowboys had brought her.
The mule was packed and Mose was about to say good-by.

The sun was still low in the eastern sky.

Frost was on the grass, but the air was crisp and pleasant.