"Painted, ma'am? Lord, no! You don't paint a log house none."
"I never saw one in my life," said she contritely; then, sighing. "I never will, now."
"Do men come to your place very much, then?" she asked at length.
"Why, Wid, he sometimes comes over."
"And who is Wid?"
"Like I said, he's got the next ranch to mine. He's maybe a forwarder sort of man than me."
"Did he have anything to do with—that advertisement?"
"How can you guess things like that?"
"He thought you were all alone?"
"We did have some talk. But I want to tell you one thing, ma'am—if I had ever thought onct that we'd a-brung a woman like you here, I'd never of been part nor party to it. I guess not!"