"If I can," said Pearson. He was looking curiously at her hat, and then he grinned weakly.
Tonia flew into the buckboard like a bird. The vehicles sped away for Cactus.
"What have you been doing, Pearson?" asked Daddy Weaver.
"You ain't looking so well as common."
"Me?" said Pearson. "I've been painting flowers.
Them roses was white when I left Lone Elm. Help me down, Daddy Weaver, for I haven't got any more paint to spare."