So that's why I'm glad to know you,Lahoma said gravely.But why did you want to know ME?She fastened on him her luminous brown eyes,with red lips parted,awaiting the clearing up of this mystery.
Wilfred preserved a solemn countenance,I've been awfully lonesome,Lahoma,the last two years because,up to that time,I'd lived in a city with friends all about town and no end of gay times --and these last two years,I've been in the terrible desert.You are the first girl I've seen that reminded me of home;when I saw you and knew you were my kind,the way you held yourself and the smile in your eyes--
Bill interposed:Don't you forget that binding,young man!
Of course not.But I don't know how to tell just what it means to me to be with her--with all of you,I mean--but her especially,because--well,I had so many friends among the girls,back home and--and--It's no use trying to explain;if you've known the horrible lonesomeness of the plains you already understand,and if you don't...
I know what you mean,Willock remarked,with a reminiscent sigh.Let it not be put in words,Bill persisted.If a thing can't be expressed,words only mislead.I never knew any good to come of talking about smiles in eyes.There's nothing to it but misleading words.
Go on,Lahoma,said Willock encouragingly,we're both staying with you,to see that you come out of this with flying colors.Just go ahead.
I want to ask you all about yourself,remarked Lahoma thoughtfully,because I can see from your face,and the way you talk,that you're a real sample of the big world.If I tell you all about myself,will you do the same?