"Well," said Jonesy, "you can always get some petticoat to live with you for a while."
"I don't mean a floozie. I mean a sure-enough lady like."
"Oh, one of them, huh? I dunno, Rafe. I married a good woman once, and take it from me they sure cramp a feller's style."
"It depends on the woman. There are women and women. If a feller is careful who he picks, he don't run a bad chance. Me, I got my eye on young Hazel Walton."
Jonesy looked his astonishment. "Her?"
"Why not?"
"After this Dawson business?"
"Why not?"
"She wouldn't look at you."
"Don't you fool yourself. Why wouldn't she look at me, I'd like to know? I got money. She could wear good clothes and have help in the kitchen. What more could a woman want?"