Books author - "Owen Wister"
e foreman."Brought my tooth-brush," said Lin, showing it in the breast-pocket of his flannel shirt. "Going to Denver?" "Why, maybe." "Take in San Francisco?" "Sounds slick." "Made any plans?" "Gosh, no!" "Don't want anything on your brain?" "Nothin' except my hat, I guess," said Lin, and broke into cheerful song: "'Twas a nasty baby anyhow, And it only died to spite us; 'Twas afflicted with the
e foreman."Brought my tooth-brush," said Lin, showing it in the breast-pocket of his flannel shirt. "Going to Denver?" "Why, maybe." "Take in San Francisco?" "Sounds slick." "Made any plans?" "Gosh, no!" "Don't want anything on your brain?" "Nothin' except my hat, I guess," said Lin, and broke into cheerful song: "'Twas a nasty baby anyhow, And it only died to spite us; 'Twas afflicted with the