"It was infinitely
finer. She killed herself."
"I like to see them get married."
"Naturally. You are at that stage. But I think suicide is more
glorious, in many cases."
Miss Chapin yawned openly. "Speaking of suicides, isn't this
ranch the deadest place?"
"Oh, I don't think so at all." Miss Blake picked her way
fastidiously through the bonbons, nibbling tentatively at several
before making her choice. "Oh yes, you do, and you needn't be
polite just because you're a guest." "Well, then, to be as
truthful as a boarder, it _is_ a little dull. Not for our
chaperon, though. The time doesn't seem to drag on her hands.
Jack certainly is making it pleasant for her."
"If you call taking her out to watch a lot of bellowing calves
get branded, entertainment," Miss Chapin sighed.
"I wonder what makes widows so fascinating?" observed the
youthful Miss Blake.
"I hope I never find out." Jean clutched nervously at the gold
medal on her dress. "Wouldn't that be dreadful!"
"My dear, Culver seems perfectly healthy. Why worry?"
"I--I wish he were here.
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