"Why, I thought you was goin' to stay till Vesta left, Duke?"
"Changed my mind."
"Don't you reckon Vesta she'll be a little put out if you leave the ranch after she'd figgered on you to stay and pick up and gain and be stout and hearty to go in the sheep business next spring?"
"I hope not."
"Yeh, but I bet she will. Do you reckon she'll ever come back to the ranch any more when she goes away?"
"What?" said Lambert, starting as if he had been asleep.
"Vesta; do you reckon she'll ever come back any more?"
"Well," slowly, thoughtfully, "there's no tellin', Taterleg."
"She's got a stockin' full of money now, and nobody dependin' on her. She's just as likely as not to marry some lawyer or some other shark that's after her dough."
"Yes, she may."