"You have dances here sometimes, the folks coming over from the post?"
"Oh, plenty of them. I wish I could have delayed your eager plunge into the romance of the range—I intended to have them over. After you go, you know"
"After I go?"
"The officers and cowboys don't mix socially," she said, with some reluctance, expressing a great deal more in her repression than her words.
"Oh, I see."
More mental pictures of officers, waltzing officers, a succession of waltzing officers, but only one lady, as if the world contained but one. Cowbcy life had its disadvantages, not hithertofore seen.
"There's Uncle Hal in the door looking for you. I think he's going to introduce you to romance after breakfast—he's got on his fighting clothes."
