Some lovely girls looking crisp as columbines or plains' poppies looked at him from the doors of the parlor cars.

They suggested Mary to him, of course, and made him realize how far he was getting from the range.
These dainty girls looked and acted like some of those he had seen in Canon City and the Springs.

They walked with the same step and held their dresses the same way.

That must be the fashion, he thought.

The men of the town were less solemn than plainsmen, they smiled oftener and they joked more easily.