Seemed to cal'late you was a pretty bright girl.

We knew that afore, of course, but it was nice of him to say so.
He's leavin' on tomorrow mornin's train.

Goin' way out West, he is, to Nevada; that's where he and his dad live.

His ma's dead, so he told us.
Must be tough to live so fur off from salt water: I couldn't stand it, I know that.

Funny thing about that young feller, too; his face looked sort of familiar to me and Zoeth.