riends
might be the daughters of Ananias and Sapphira, for all they ever
happened, but they answers the purpose of riling her same as if they were
eating their three squares daily. I have hopes, everything else failing,
that she may yet quit dancing and settle down to the sanctity of the home
out of pure jealousy of them two proxy hawgs."

"I can just tell you this," interrupted the fat lady: "I don't enjoy
occupying premises after hawgs, no matter how fashionable you name 'em. A
hawg's a hawg, with manners according, if it's named after the President
of the United States or the King of England."

"That's just what I used to think, marm, of all critters before I enjoyed
that degree of friendliness that I'm now proud to own. Take Jerry now,
that old white horse--why, me and him is just like brothers. When I have to
leave the kid to his lonesome infant reflections and go off to chop wood,
I just call Jerry in, and he assoomes the responsibility of nurse like he
was going to draw wages for it."

"I reckon there's faults on both sides," said the fat lady, impartially.
"No natural woman would leave her baby to a horse to mind while she went
off dancing. And no natural man would fill his house full of critters, and
them with highfalutin names. Take my advice, turn 'em out."

Mary did not wait to hear the continuation of the fat lady's advice. She
went out on the desert to have one last look at the west. The sun had
taken his plunge for the night, leaving his royal raiment of crimson and
gold strewn above the mountain-tops.

Her sunset reflections were presently interrupted by the fat lady, who
proposed that they should walk till Mr. Dax had tidied up his house,
observing, with logic, that it did not devolve on them to clean the place,
since they were paying for supper and lodging. They had gone but a little
way when sudden apprehension caused the fat lady to grasp Mary's arm. Miss
Carmichael turned, expecting mountain-lions, rattlesnakes, or
stage-robbers, but none of these casualties had come to pass.

"Land sakes! Here we be parading round the prairie, and I never found out
how that man cooked his coffee."

"What difference does it make, if we can drink it?"

"The ways of men cooks is a sealed book to you, I reckon, or you wouldn't
be so unconcerned--'specially in the matter of coffee. All men has got the
notion that coffee must be b'iled in a bag, and if they 'ain't got a
regular bag real handy, they take what they