We aren't far enough along,observed Bill,to be shut up together under a roof.
I'd like to have you visit my parlor,Lahoma said somewhat wistfully.I'd like to show you all my books--they were Bill's when we first met him,but since then he's given me everything he's got,haven't you,old Bill!Lahoma leaned over and patted the unyielding shoulder.
Bill stared moodily at the top of the mountain as if in a gloomy trance,hut Wilfred fancied he moved that honored shoulder a trifle nearer the girl.
She resumed,her face glowing with sudden rapture:There are six books--half a dozen!Maybe you've heard of some of them.Bill's read 'em over lots of times.He begins with the first on the shelf and when he's through the row,he just takes 'em up,all over again.I like to read parts of them--the interesting parts.This is the way they stand on the shelf:The
Children of the Abbey--that's Bill's favorite;The Scottish Chiefs,David Copperfield,The Talisman,The Prairie,The Last of the Mohicans.
I like The Children of the Abbey best,too,observed Brick Willock thoughtfully.Lahoma,she's read 'em all to me;that's the way we get through the winter months.They's something softening and enriching about that there Children of the Abbey;and Scottish Chiefs has got some mighty high work in it,too.I tells Lahoma that I guess them two books is just about as near the real thing out in the big world as you can get.David Copperfield is sort of slow;I've went with people that knowed a powerful sight more than them characters in David.I used to drift about with a bunch of fellows that Uriah Heep couldn't have stood up against for five minutes.The Talisman is noble doings,too,but not up-to-date.As for The Prairie and The Last of the Mohicans,them is dissatisfying books,--they make you think,being as you lives in just such quarters,interesting things might happen most any minute--and they never does.