\"Dasmightysmartgirl，\"saidPerault，scratchinghisheadashesetoffafterherasfastashisjadedponycouldfollow。\"Can’tmakfoolonher。\"
HalfwaytothevillagestoodtheoldProspector’shouse，almosthiddeninabluffofpoplarandspruce。AlittlefurtheronwasPerault’sshack。Atherfather’sdoorthegirlwaited。
\"Perault，\"shesaidquietly，\"Ileftthekeyatyourhouse。WillyougetitformewhileItakePatsyhome？\"
\"Bon，\"saidPeraulteagerly。\"Igetheeman’makfire。\"
\"Thankyou，Perault，\"sherepliedkindly。\"I’llberightback。\"