"And the sagebrush?"
"I like it."
"And the greasewood?"
"Why not?"
Belle had begun to like Kate's laugh: "Not going to get lonesome out in this country?" Belle flung at her, as a gloomy clincher.
"Lonesome!" At this idea Kate laughed outright. "Do I look it?" she cried.
"Guess you like to horseback pretty well," muttered Belle, casting about for a solution of so surprising an attitude and unable to find any other fault with her protégée.
"I'd rather ride than eat," declared Kate, youthfully exuberant.
"What about swimming?" inquired Belle, determined to fasten discontent on her.
"I hate swimming."