"Look at the view!" said Pinkey, impatiently.
"I can't eat scenery."
"It'll be a great place for dry-farmin'."
Wallie looked at a crack big enough to swallow him and observed humorously:
"I should judge so."
"You see," Pinkey explained, enthusiastically, "bein' clost to the mountings, the snow lays late in the spring and all the moisture they is you git it."
"I see." Wallie nodded comprehensively. "Why didn't you take it up yourself, Pinkey?"
"Oh, I got to make a livin'."
There was food for thought in the answer and Wallie pondered it as he got stiffly out of the saddle.
"Can I be of any assistance?" he asked, politely.