The Girl from Montana by Grace Livingston Hill
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the town."
"O, no!" said the girl with scarlet cheeks, thinking of the lady in the automobile. "Not goin' to be married, dearie? Now that's too bad. Ain't he any kind of relation to you? Not an uncle nor cousin nor nothin'?" "No." "Then how be's you travellin' lone with him? It don't seem just right. You's a sweet, good girl; an' he's a fine man. But harm's come to more'n one. Where'd you take up with each other? Be he a neighbor? He looks like a man from way off, not hereabouts. You sure he ain't deceivin' you, dearie?" The girl flashed her eyes in answer. "Yes, I'm sure. He's a good man. He prays to our Father. No, he's not a neighbor, nor an uncle, nor a cousin. He's just a man that got lost. We were both lost on the prairie in the night; and he's from the East, and got lost from his party of hunters. He had nothing to eat, but I had; so I gave him some. Then he saved my life when a snake almost stung me. He's been good to me." The woman looked relieved. "And where you goin', dearie, all 'lone? What your folks thinkin' 'bout to let you go 'lone this way?" |
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