human
Wonder how she came here?
gpt
Seems as though the storm had kind o' dumped her down,
human
Say, was ther' ever such a miracle o' foolishness as you fellers? You make me laff--or tired, or something. Wher'd she come from? Ain't the Padre sold his farm? he demanded, turning on Buck.
gpt
Ain't he sold it to a woman? An' ain't he expectin' her along?
human
Why, yes, he said, his look suddenly hardening as he confronted Beasley's face.
gpt
I had forgotten. This must surely be Miss--Miss Rest. That's the name Mrs. Ransford, the old woman at the farm, said. Rest.
human
Course, cried Curly cheerfully.
gpt
That's who it is--sure.
human
Rest, eh? Miss--Rest, murmured the preoccupied Pete. Then he added, half to himself,
gpt
My, but she's a dandy! Ain't--ain't she a pictur', ain't she----?