"I——oh, why won't to-morrow do?"
"Very well," she said, much put out and taking no trouble to hide it. "I'll talk to meself to-night while mum and dad fights over the wire strainer. Only I reckon a girl don't feel too good when she says to-night and a feller says to-morrow."
"Then to-night it is."
The smiles ran all about her face. "That's a promise, Mister?"
"Yes."
"And early?"
"Not too late."
She leaned a little out of the saddle, with her dainty teeth just apart. "They say you are a smart man among cattle, Mister."
"That's good news."