"I was good, that's a fact. You see, I nacherally couldn't lose my temper without disturbing you with my gun-talk. Besides, I jest cayn't help loving that Jim. You want him, Curly?"
"Sure, I don't know what's coming over me the way I feels at that man. It seems as though my heart was pitchin' and buckin' like a mean hawss to get at Jim. D'you think it's this wound that tears my heart—is it 'cause I'm so sick?"
"It's worse nor that, my girl. You've fallen in love."
"Does that mean I got to marry him?"
"That's the only cure."
"But I don't want to be cured. I like it, dad, and when it hurts I like it all the more."
"A sure bad symptom that. You'll go with Jim?"
"To the end of the world, and over the edge—I cayn't help that."
"You don't love me any more?"
"Oh, you're allus the same, like the climate—but he's come buttin' along like the weather, so that I feel as if I was just whirled up in the air."