found’em。Goingtotakesomeladiesdowninthecarto—morrow。"
　　Giddyscowled。HedidnotdisputetheproprietyofRay’smeasures，ifthereweretobeladiesonboard，buthefeltinjured。"Isupposeyou’llexpectmetobehavelikeaY。M。C。A。secretary，"hegrowled。"Ican’tdomyworkandserveteaatthesametime。"
　　"Noneedtohaveatea—party，"saidRaywithdeter—
　　minedcheerfulness。"Mrs。Kronborgwillbringthelunch，anditwillbeadarnedgoodone。"
　　Giddyloungedagainstthecar，holdinghiscigarbetweentwothickfingers。"ThenIguessshe’llgetit，"heobservedknowingly。"Idon’tthinkyourmusicalfriendismuchonthegrub—box。Hastokeepherhandswhitetotickletheivories。"GiddyhadnothingagainstThea，buthefeltcantankerousandwantedtogetariseoutofKennedy。
　　"Everymantohisownjob，"Rayrepliedagreeably，pullinghiswhiteshirtonoverhishead。
　　Giddyemittedsmokedisdainfully。"Isupposeso。Themanthatgetsherwillhavetowearanapronandbakethepancakes。Well，somemenliketomessaboutthekitchen。"
　　Hepaused，butRaywasintentongettingintohisclothesasquicklyaspossible。Giddythoughthecouldgoalittlefurther。"Ofcourse，Idon’tdisputeyourrighttohaulwomeninthiscarifyouwantto；butpersonally，sofarasI’mconcerned，I’dagooddealratherdrinkacanoftoma—
　　toesanddowithoutthewomenANDtheirlunch。Iwasnevermuchenslavedtohard—boiledeggs，anyhow。"
　　"You’lleat’emto—morrow，allthesame。"Ray’stonehadasteelyglitterashejumpedoutofthecar，andGiddystoodasidetolethimpass。HeknewthatKennedy’snextreplywouldbedeliveredbyhand。HehadonceseenRay
　　beatupanastyfellowforinsultingaMexicanwomanwhohelpedaboutthegrub—carintheworktrain，andhisfistshadworkedliketwosteelhammers。Giddywasn’tlookingfortrouble。
　　Ateighto’clockthenextmorningRaygreetedhisladiesandhelpedthemintothecar。Giddyhadputonacleanshirtandyellowpig—skinglovesandwaswhistlinghisbest。HeconsideredKennedyaflukeasaladies’man，andiftherewastobeaparty，thehonorshadtobedonebysomeonewhowasn’tablacksmithatsmall—talk。
　　Giddyhad，asRaysarcasticallyadmitted，"alocalrepu—
　　tationasajollier，"andhewasfluentingallantspeechesofanottoo—veilednature。HeinsistedthatTheashouldtakehisseatinthecupola，oppositeRay’s，whereshecouldlookoutoverthecountry。Theatoldhim，assheclamberedup，thatshecaredagooddealmoreaboutridinginthatseatthanaboutgoingtoDenver。Raywasneversocompanionableandeasyaswhenhesatchattinginthelookoutofhislittlehouseonwheels。Goodstoriescametohim，andinterestingrecollections。Theahadagreatrespectforthereportshehadtowriteout，andforthetelegramsthatwerehandedtohimatstations；foralltheknowledgeandexperienceitmusttaketorunafreighttrain。
　　Giddy，downinthecar，inthepausesofhiswork，madehimselfagreeabletoMrs。Kronborg。
　　"It’sagreatresttobewheremyfamilycan’tgetatme，Mr。Giddy，"shetoldhim。"IthoughtyouandRaymighthavesomehouseworkhereformetolookafter，butI
　　couldn’timproveanyonthiscar。"
　　"Oh，weliketokeepherneat，"returnedGiddyglibly，winkingupatRay’sexpressiveback。"Ifyouwanttoseeacleanice—box，lookatthisone。Yes，Kennedyalwayscarriesfreshcreamtoeatonhisoatmeal。I’mnotparticu—
　　lar。Thetincow’sgoodenoughforme。"
　　"Mostofyouboyssmokesomuchthatallvictualstastealiketoyou，"saidMrs。Kronborg。"I’vegotnoreligiousscruplesagainstsmoking，butIcouldn’ttakeasmuchinterestcookingforamanthatusedtobacco。Iguessit’sallrightforbachelorswhohavetoeatround。"
　　Mrs。Kronborgtookoffherhatandveilandmadeher—
　　selfcomfortable。Sheseldomhadanopportunitytobeidle，andsheenjoyedit。Shecouldsitforhoursandwatchthesage—hensflyupandthejack—rabbitsdartawayfromthetrack，withoutbeingbored。Sheworeatanbombazinedress，madeveryplainly，andcarriedaroomy，worn，mother—of—the—familyhandbag。
　　RayKennedyalwaysinsistedthatMrs。Kronborgwas"afine—lookinglady，"butthiswasnotthecommonopin—
　　ioninMoonstone。RayhadlivedlongenoughamongtheMexicanstodislikefussiness，tofeelthattherewassome—
　　thingmoreattractiveineaseofmannerthaninabsent—
　　mindedconcernabouthairpinsanddabsoflace。Hehadlearnedtothinkthatthewayawomanstood，moved，satinherchair，lookedatyou，wasmoreimportantthantheabsenceofwrinklesfromherskirt。Rayhad，indeed，suchunusualperceptionsinsomedirections，thatonecouldnothelpwonderingwhathewouldhavebeenifhehadever，ashesaid，had"halfachance。"
　　Hewasright；Mrs。Kronborgwasafine—lookingwoman。
　　Shewasshortandsquare，butherheadwasarealhead，notamerejerkyterminationofthebody。Ithadsomeindividualityapartfromhatsandhairpins。Herhair，Moonstonewomenadmitted，wouldhavebeenverypretty"onanybodyelse。"Frizzybangswerewornthen，butMrs。Kronborgalwaysdressedherhairinthesameway，partedinthemiddle，brushedsmoothlybackfromherlow，whiteforehead，pinnedlooselyonthebackofherheadintwothickbraids。Itwasgrowinggrayaboutthetemples，butafterthemannerofyellowhairitseemedonlytohavegrownpalerthere，andhadtakenonacolor
　　likethatofEnglishprimroses。Hereyeswereclearanduntroubled；herfacesmoothandcalm，and，asRaysaid，"strong。"
　　TheaandRay，upinthesunnycupola，werelaughingandtalking。Raygotgreatpleasureoutofseeingherfacethereinthelittleboxwherehesooftenimaginedit。Theywerecrossingaplateauwheregreatredsandstoneboulderslayabout，mostofthemmuchwideratthetopthanatthebase，sothattheylookedlikegreattoadstools。
　　"Thesandhasbeenblowingagainstthemforagoodmanyhundredyears，"Rayexplained，directingThea’seyeswithhisglovedhand。"Youseethesandblowslow，beingsoheavy，andcutsthemoutunderneath。Windandsandareprettyhigh—classarchitects。That’stheprincipleofmostoftheCliff—DwellerremainsdownatCanyondeChelly。Thesandstormshaddugoutbigdepressionsinthefaceofacliff，andtheIndiansbuilttheirhousesbackinthatdepression。"
　　"Youtoldmethatbefore，Ray，andofcourseyouknow。
　　Butthegeographysaystheirhouseswerecutoutofthefaceofthelivingrock，andIlikethatbetter。"
　　Raysniffed。"Whatnonsensedoesgetprinted！It’senoughtogiveamandisrespectforlearning。HowcouldthemIndianscuthousesoutofthelivingrock，whentheyknewnothingabouttheartofforgingmetals？"Rayleanedbackinhischair，swunghisfoot，andlookedthought—
　　fulandhappy。Hewasinoneofhisfavoritefieldsofspecu—
　　lation，andnothinggavehimmorepleasurethantalkingthesethingsoverwithTheaKronborg。"I’lltellyou，Thee，ifthoseoldfellowshadlearnedtoworkmetalsonce，yourancientEgyptiansandAssyrianswouldn’thavebeatthemverymuch。Whatevertheydiddo，theydidwell。
　　Theirmasonry’sstandingthereto—day，thecornersastrueastheDenverCapitol。Theywerecleveratmostevery—
　　thingbutmetals；andthatonefailurekeptthemfromgettingacross。Itwasthequicksandthatswallowed’em
　　up，asarace。Iguesscivilizationproperbeganwhenmenmasteredmetals。"
　　Raywasnotvainabouthisbookishphrases。Hedidnotusethemtoshowoff，butbecausetheyseemedtohimmoreadequatethancolloquialspeech。Hefeltstronglyaboutthesethings，andgropedforwords，ashesaid，"toexpresshimself。"HehadthelamentableAmericanbeliefthat"expression"isobligatory。Hestillcarriedinhistrunk，amongtheunrelatedpossessionsofarailroadman，anote—
　　bookonthetitle—pageofwhichwaswritten"ImpressionsonFirstViewingtheGrandCanyon，RayH。Kennedy。"
　　Thepagesofthatbookwerelikeabattlefield；thelaboringauthorhadfallenbackfrommetaphoraftermetaphor，abandonedpositionafterposition。Hewouldhaveadmit—
　　tedthattheartofforgingmetalswasnothingtothistreach—
　　erousbusinessofrecordingimpressions，inwhichthematerialyouweresofullofvanishedmysteriouslyunderyourstrivinghand。"Escapingsteam！"hehadsaidtohim—
　　self，thelasttimehetriedtoreadthatnotebook。
　　Theadidn’tmindRay’stravel—lectureexpressions。Shedodgedthem，unconsciously，asshedidherfather’spro—
　　fessionalpalaver。ThelightinRay’spale—blueeyesandthefeelinginhisvoicemorethanmadeupforthestiff—
　　nessofhislanguage。
　　"WeretheCliff—Dwellersreallycleverwiththeirhands，Ray，ordoyoualwayshavetomakeallowanceandsay，’ThatwasprettygoodforanIndian’？"sheasked。
　　RaywentdownintothecartogivesomeinstructionstoGiddy。"Well，"hesaidwhenhereturned，"abouttheaborigines：onceortwiceI’vebeenwithsomefellowswhowerecrackingburialmounds。Alwaysfeltalittleashamedofit，butwedidpulloutsomeremarkablethings。Wegotsomepotteryoutwhole；seemedprettyfinetome。Iguesstheirwomenweretheirartists。Wefoundlotsofoldshoesandsandalsmadeoutofyuccafiber，neatandstrong；andfeatherblankets，too。"
　　"Featherblankets？Younevertoldmeaboutthem。"
　　"Didn’tI？Theoldfellows——orthesquaws——woveaclosenettingofyuccafiber，andthentiedonlittlebunchesofdownfeathers，overlapping，justthewayfeathersgrowonabird。Someofthemwerefeatheredonbothsides。
　　Youcan’tgetanythingwarmerthanthat，now，canyou？
　　——orprettier。WhatIlikeaboutthoseoldaboriginesis，thattheygotalltheirideasfromnature。"
　　Thealaughed。"Thatmeansyou’regoingtosaysome—
　　thingaboutgirls’wearingcorsets。ButsomeofyourIn—
　　diansflattenedtheirbabies’heads，andthat’sworsethanwearingcorsets。"
　　"GivemeanIndiangirl’sfigureforbeauty，"Rayin—
　　sisted。"Andagirlwithavoicelikeyoursoughttohaveplentyoflung—action。Butyouknowmysentimentsonthatsubject。Iwasgoingtotellyouaboutthehandsomestthingweeverlootedoutofthoseburialmounds。Itwasonawoman，too，Iregrettosay。Shewaspreservedasperfectasanymummythatevercameoutofthepyramids。Shehadabigstringofturquoisesaroundherneck，andshewaswrappedinafox—furcloak，linedwithlittleyellowfeathersthatmusthavecomeoffwildcanaries。Canyoubeatthat，now？ThefellowthatclaimeditsoldittoaBostonmanforahundredandfiftydollars。"
　　Thealookedathimadmiringly。"Oh，Ray，anddidn’tyougetanythingoffher，torememberherby，even？Shemusthavebeenaprincess。"
　　Raytookawalletfromthepocketofthecoatthatwashangingbesidehim，anddrewfromitalittlelumpwrappedinworntissuepaper。Inamomentastone，softandblueasarobin’segg，layinthehardpalmofhishand。Itwasaturquoise，rubbedsmoothintheIndianfinish，whichissomuchmorebeautifulthantheincongruoushighpolishthewhitemangivesthattenderstone。"Igotthisfromhernecklace。Seetheholewherethestringwentthrough？
　　YouknowhowtheIndiansdrillthem？Workthedrillwith
　　theirteeth。Youlikeit，don’tyou？They’rejustrightforyou。BlueandyellowaretheSwedishcolors。"Raylookedintentlyatherhead，bentoverhishand，andthengavehiswholeattentiontothetrack。
　　"I’lltellyou，Thee，"hebeganafterapause，"I’mgoingtoformacampingpartyoneofthesedaysandpersuadeyourPADREtotakeyouandyourmotherdowntothatcoun—
　　try，andwe’llliveintherockhouses——they’reascomfort—
　　ableascanbe——andstartthecookfiresupin’emonceagain。I’llgointotheburialmoundsandgetyoumorekeepsakesthananygirleverhadbefore。"Rayhadplannedsuchanexpeditionforhisweddingjourney，anditmadehisheartthumptoseehowThea’seyeskindledwhenhetalkedaboutit。"I’velearnedmoredownthereaboutwhatmakeshistory，"hewenton，"thaninallthebooksI’veeverread。Whenyousitinthesunandletyourheelshangoutofadoorwaythatdropsathousandfeet，ideascometoyou。Youbegintofeelwhatthehumanracehasbeenupagainstfromthebeginning。There’ssomethingmightyelevatingaboutthoseoldhabitations。Youfeellikeit’suptoyoutodoyourbest，onaccountofthosefellowshavingitsohard。Youfeellikeyouowedthemsomething。"
　　AtWassiwappa，RaygotinstructionstosidetrackuntilThirty—sixwentby。Afterreadingthemessage，heturnedtohisguests。"I’mafraidthiswillholdusupabouttwohours，Mrs。Kronborg，andwewon’tgetintoDenvertillnearmidnight。"
　　"Thatwon’ttroubleme，"saidMrs。Kronborgcontent—
　　edly。"TheyknowmeattheY。W。C。A。，andthey’llletmeinanytimeofnight。Icametoseethecountry，nottomaketime。I’vealwayswantedtogetoutatthiswhiteplaceandlookaround，andnowI’llhaveachance。Whatmakesitsowhite？"
　　"Somekindofchalkyrock。"RaysprangtothegroundandgaveMrs。Kronborghishand。"YoucangetsoilofanycolorinColorado；matchmostanyribbon。"
　　WhileRaywasgettinghistrainontoasidetrack，Mrs。
　　Kronborgstrolledofftoexaminethepost—officeandsta—
　　tionhouse；these，withthewatertank，madeupthetown。
　　Thestationagent"batched"andraisedchickens。HeranouttomeetMrs。Kronborg，clutchedatherfeverishly，andbegantellingheratoncehowlonelyhewasandwhatbadluckhewashavingwithhispoultry。Shewenttohischickenyardwithhim，andprescribedforgapes。
　　Wassiwappaseemedadrearyplaceenoughtopeoplewholookedforverdure，abrilliantplacetopeoplewholikedcolor。Besidethestationhousetherewasablue—grassplot，protectedbyaredplankfence，andsixfly—bittenbox—eldertrees，notmuchlargerthanbushes，werekeptalivebyfrequenthosingsfromthewaterplug。Overthewindowssomedustymorning—gloryvinesweretrainedonstrings。
　　Allthecountryaboutwasbrokenupintolowchalkyhills，whichweresointenselywhite，andspottedsoevenlywithsage，thattheylookedlikewhiteleopardscrouching。Whitedustpowderedeverything，andthelightwassointensethatthestationagentusuallyworeblueglasses。Behindthestationtherewasawatercourse，whichroaredinfloodtime，andabasininthesoftwhiterockwhereapoolofalkaliwaterflashedinthesunlikeamirror。Theagentlookedalmostassickashischickens，andMrs。Kronborgatonceinvitedhimtolunchwithherparty。Hehad，heconfessed，adistasteforhisowncooking，andlivedmainlyonsodacrackersandcannedbeef。Helaughedapologetic—
　　allywhenMrs。Kronborgsaidsheguessedshe’dlookaboutforashadyplacetoeatlunch。
　　Shewalkedupthetracktothewatertank，andthere，inthenarrowshadowscastbytheuprightsonwhichthetankstood，shefoundtwotramps。Theysatupandstaredather，heavywithsleep。Whensheaskedthemwheretheyweregoing，theytoldher"tothecoast。"Theyrestedbydayandtraveledbynight；walkedthetiesunlesstheycouldstealaride，theysaid；addingthat"these
　　Westernroadsweregettingstrict。"Theirfaceswereblistered，theireyesblood—shot，andtheirshoeslookedfitonlyforthetrashpile。
　　"Isupposeyou’rehungry？"Mrs。Kronborgasked。"I
　　supposeyoubothdrink？"shewentonthoughtfully，notcensoriously。
　　Thehuskierofthetwohoboes，abushy，beardedfellow，rolledhiseyesandsaid，"Iwonder？"Buttheother，whowasoldandspare，withasharpnoseandwateryeyes，sighed。"Somehasoneaffliction，someanother，"hesaid。
　　Mrs。Kronborgreflected。"Well，"shesaidatlast，"youcan’tgetliquorhere，anyway。Iamgoingtoaskyoutovacate，becauseIwanttohavealittlepicnicunderthistankforthefreightcrewthatbroughtmealong。IwishI
　　hadlunchenoughtoprovideyou，butIain’t。Thestationagentsayshegetshisprovisionsoverthereatthepost—
　　officestore，andifyouarehungryyoucangetsomecannedstuffthere。"Sheopenedherhandbagandgaveeachofthetrampsahalf—dollar。
　　Theoldmanwipedhiseyeswithhisforefinger。"Thank’ee，ma’am。Acanoftomatterswilltasteprettygoodtome。
　　Iwasn’talwayswalkin’ties；IhadagoodjobinCleve—
　　landbefore——"
　　Thehairytrampturnedonhimfiercely。"Aw，shutuponthat，grandpaw！Ain’tyougotnogratitude？Whatdoyouwanttohandtheladythatfur？"
　　Theoldmanhunghisheadandturnedaway。Ashewentoff，hiscomradelookedafterhimandsaidtoMrs。
　　Kronborg："It’strue，whathesays。Hehadajobinthecarshops；buthehadbadluck。"Theybothlimpedawaytowardthestore，andMrs。Kronborgsighed。Shewasnotafraidoftramps。Shealwaystalkedtothem，andneverturnedoneaway。Shehatedtothinkhowmanyofthemtherewere，crawlingalongthetracksoverthatvastcoun—
　　try。
　　HerreflectionswerecutshortbyRayandGiddyand
　　Thea，whocamebringingthelunchboxandwaterbottles。
　　Althoughtherewasnotshadowenoughtoaccommodateallthepartyatonce，theairunderthetankwasdistinctlycoolerthanthesurroundingair，andthedripmadeapleas—
　　antsoundinthatbreathlessnoon。Thestationagentateasifhehadneverbeenfedbefore，apologizingeverytimehetookanotherpieceoffriedchicken。Giddywasuna—
　　bashedbeforethedevilledeggsofwhichhehadspokensoscornfullylastnight。Afterlunchthemenlittheirpipesandlaybackagainsttheuprightsthatsupportedthetank。
　　"Thisisthesunnysideofrailroading，allright，"Giddydrawledluxuriously。
　　"Youfellowsgrumbletoomuch，"saidMrs。Kronborgasshecorkedthepicklejar。"Yourjobhasitsdrawbacks，butitdon’ttieyoudown。Ofcoursethere’stherisk；butIbelieveaman’swatchedover，andhecan’tbehurtontherailroadoranywhereelseifit’sintendedheshouldn’tbe。"
　　Giddylaughed。"ThenthetrainsmustbeoperatedbyfellowstheLordhasitinfor，Mrs。Kronborg。Theyfigureitoutthatarailroadman’sonlyduetolastelevenyears；
　　thenit’shisturntobesmashed。"
　　"That’sadarkProvidence，Idon’tdeny，"Mrs。Kron—
　　borgadmitted。"Butthere’slotsofthingsinlifethat’shardtounderstand。"
　　"Iguess！"murmuredGiddy，lookingoffatthespottedwhitehills。
　　Raysmokedinsilence，watchingTheaandhermotherclearawaythelunch。HewasthinkingthatMrs。Kron—
　　borghadinherfacethesameseriouslookthatTheahad；
　　onlyherswascalmandsatisfied，andThea’swasintenseandquestioning。Butinbothitwasalargekindoflook，thatwasnotallthetimebeingbrokenupandconvulsedbytrivialthings。TheybothcarriedtheirheadslikeIndianwomen，withakindofnobleunconsciousness。Hegotsotiredofwomenwhowerealwaysnoddingandjerking；
　　apologizing，deprecating，coaxing，insinuatingwiththeirheads。
　　WhenRay’spartysetoffagainthatafternoonthesunbeatfiercelyintothecupola，andTheacurledupinoneoftheseatsatthebackofthecarandhadanap。
　　Astheshorttwilightcameon，Giddytookaturninthecupola，andRaycamedownandsatwithTheaontherearplatformofthecabooseandwatchedthedarknesscomeinsoftwavesovertheplain。TheywerenowaboutthirtymilesfromDenver，andthemountainslookedverynear。
　　Thegreattoothedwallbehindwhichthesunhadgonedownnowseparatedintofourdistinctranges，onebehindtheother。Theywereaverypaleblue，acolorscarcelystrongerthanwoodsmoke，andthesunsethadleftbrightstreaksinthesnow—filledgorges。Intheclear，yellow—
　　streakedskythestarswerecomingout，flickeringlikenewlylightedlamps，growingsteadierandmoregoldenastheskydarkenedandthelandbeneaththemfellintocom—
　　pleteshadow。Itwasacool，restfuldarknessthatwasnotblackorforbidding，butsomehowopenandfree；thenightofhighplainswherethereisnomoistnessormisti—
　　nessintheatmosphere。
　　Raylithispipe。"Inevergettiredofthemoldstars，Thee。Imiss’emupinWashingtonandOregonwhereit’smisty。Like’embestdowninMotherMexico，wheretheyhaveeverythingtheirownway。I’mnotforanycountrywherethestarsaredim。"Raypausedanddrewonhispipe。"Idon’tknowasIeverreallynoticed’emmuchtillthatfirstyearIherdedsheepupinWyoming。Thatwastheyeartheblizzardcaughtme。"
　　"Andyoulostallyoursheep，didn’tyou，Ray？"Theaspokesympathetically。"Wasthemanwhoownedthemniceaboutit？"
　　"Yes，hewasagoodloser。ButIdidn’tgetoveritforalongwhile。Sheeparesodamnedresigned。Sometimes，tothisday，whenI’mdog—tired，Itrytosavethemsheep
　　allnightlong。Itcomeskindofhardonaboywhenhefirstfindsouthowlittleheis，andhowbigeverythingelseis。"
　　Theamovedrestlesslytowardhimanddroppedherchinonherhand，lookingatalowstarthatseemedtorestjustontherimoftheearth。"Idon’tseehowyoustoodit。I
　　don’tbelieveIcould。Idon’tseehowpeoplecanstandittogetknockedout，anyhow！"Shespokewithsuchfierce—
　　nessthatRayglancedatherinsurprise。Shewassittingonthefloorofthecar，crouchinglikealittleanimalabouttospring。
　　"Nooccasionforyoutosee，"hesaidwarmly。"There’llalwaysbeplentyofotherpeopletotaketheknocksforyou。"
　　"That’snonsense，Ray。"Theaspokeimpatientlyandleanedlowerstill，frowningattheredstar。"Everybody’supagainstitforhimself，succeedsorfails——himself。"
　　"Inoneway，yes，"Rayadmitted，knockingthesparksfromhispipeoutintothesoftdarknessthatseemedtoflowlikeariverbesidethecar。"Butwhenyoulookatitanotherway，therearealotofhalfwaypeopleinthisworldwhohelpthewinnerswin，andthefailersfail。Ifamanstumbles，there’splentyofpeopletopushhimdown。
　　Butifhe’slike`theyouthwhobore，’thosesamepeopleareforeordainedtohelphimalong。Theymayhateto，worsethanblazes，andtheymaydoalotofcussin’aboutit，buttheyhavetohelpthewinnersandtheycan’tdodgeit。It’sanaturallaw，likewhatkeepsthebigclockuptheregoing，littlewheelsandbig，andnomix—up。"Ray’shandandhispipeweresuddenlyoutlinedagainstthesky。
　　"Everoccurtoyou，Thee，thattheyhavetobeontimecloseenoughtoMAKETIME？TheDispatcheruptheremusthavealonghead。"Pleasedwithhissimilitude，Raywentbacktothelookout。GoingintoDenver，hehadtokeepasharpwatch。
　　Giddycamedown，cheerfulattheprospectofgettingintoport，andsinginganewtopicaldittythathadcomeup
　　fromtheSantaFebywayofLaJunta。Nobodyknowswhomakesthesesongs；theyseemtofolloweventsauto—
　　matically。Mrs。KronborgmadeGiddysingthewholetwelveversesofthisone，andlaugheduntilshewipedhereyes。ThestorywasthatofKatieCasey，headdining—
　　roomgirlatWinslow，Arizona，whowasunjustlydis—
　　chargedbytheHarveyHousemanager。Hersuitor，theyardmaster，tooktheswitchmenoutonastrikeuntilshewasreinstated。FreighttrainsfromtheeastandthewestpiledupatWinslowuntiltheyardslookedlikealog—jam。
　　Thedivisionsuperintendent，whowasinCalifornia，hadtowireinstructionsforKatieCasey’srestorationbeforehecouldgethistrainsrunning。Giddy’ssongtoldallthiswithmuchdetail，bothtenderandtechnical，andaftereachofthedozenversescametherefrain：——
　　"Oh，whowouldthinkthatKatieCaseyownedtheSantaFe？
　　Butitreallylooksthatway，Thedispatcher’sturnin’gray，Allthecrewsisofftheirpay；
　　ShecanholdthefreightfromAlbuquerq’toNeedlesanyday；
　　Thedivisionsuperintendent，hecomehomefromMonterey，Justtoseeifthingswaspleasin’KatieCa——a——a——sey。"
　　ThealaughedwithhermotherandapplaudedGiddy。
　　Everythingwassokindlyandcomfortable；GiddyandRay，andtheirhospitablelittlehouse，andtheeasy—goingcountry，andthestars。Shecurledupontheseatagainwiththatwarm，sleepyfeelingofthefriendlinessoftheworld——whichnobodykeepsverylong，andwhichshewastoloseearlyandirrevocably。