Jonesy shook his head. "This Dawson business has queered you there, and you can bet on it."
"Oh, that's easy explained—to her."
"H-m-m-m, well, maybe so. I dunno, she looks to me like one girl who knows her own mind. And there's Tom Walton who don't like us, either. You gotta think of all these things."
"I have. The more I think of it, the more I think she'll do."
"Funny you never noticed it before. She's been around with her uncle several years now."
"I never even gave her more'n a short look till I seen her holding that Dawson man's head in her lap, and then stickin' up for him the way she did. I tell you, she looked mighty handsome."
"She's a lot younger than you."
"What's a few years between man and wife? Besides, I ain't so old. I ain't forty yet."
"You will be next year, and I'll bet she ain't twenty yet."
"She'll last all the longer."