There's a dance there; those two Wetherbee girls and Mamie Harris passed up the road an hour ago on a wood-sled, nigh blown to pieces and sittin' up in the snow like skeert white rabbits." Hays' brow darkened heavily.
"Let 'em go," he said, in a hard voice that the fire did not seem to have softened.

"Let 'em go for all the good their fool-parents will ever get outer them, or the herd of wayside cattle they've let them loose among.
"I reckon they haven't much to do at home, or are hard put for company, to travel six miles in the snow to show off their prinkin' to a lot of idle louts shiny with bear's grease and scented up with doctor's stuff," added the girl, shrugging her shoulders, with a touch of her father's mood and manner.
Perhaps it struck Hays at that moment that her attitude was somewhat monstrous and unnatural for one still young and presumably like other girls, for, after glancing at her under his heavy brows, he said, in a gentler tone:-- "Never YOU mind, Zuly.

When your brother Jack comes home he'll know what's what, and have all the proper New York ways and style.

It's nigh on three years now that he's had the best training Dr.Dawson's Academy could give,--sayin' nothing of the pow'ful Christian example of one of the best preachers in the States.

They mayn't have worldly, ungodly fandangoes where he is, and riotous livin', and scarlet abominations, but I've been told that they've 'tea circles,' and 'assemblies,' and 'harmony concerts' of young folks--and dancin'-- yes, fine square dancin' under control.