Why,Brick!Lahoma reproached him.THIS has happened--she nodded at Wilfred Compton.Don't you call that interesting?
That's the way I discusses them books,returned Willock with manifest satisfaction.I wasn't never no man to be overawed by no book,which,however high and by whoever wrote,ain't no more like life than a shadow in a pool.Try to grab that shadow,and where is it?Just to go out after game and climb the mountains all day and come home of an evening to sit down to a plate of bacon and eggs,and another of the same,with coffee smoking on the little stove,and Lahoma urging on the feast--that's more of real living than you'd get out of a big library.Ain't it,Bill?
Now WE want to talk,Brick,interposed Lahoma--don't we,Wilfred?
So your cabin was built,Wilfred prompted her,and the men took the dugout.