Books author - "Zane Grey"
some one had drawn up her window shades. Carley promptly pulled them down and settled herself comfortably. Then she heard a woman speak, not particularly low: "I thought people traveled west to see the country." And a man replied, rather dryly. "Wal, not always." His companion went on: "If that girl was mine I'd let down her skirt." The man laughed and replied: "Martha, you're shore behind the times. Look at the pictures in the magazines."Such remarks
What Subtle Strange Message Had Come To Her Out Of The West? Carley Burch Laid The Letter In Her Lap And Gazed Dreamily Through The Window. It Was A Day Typical Of Early April In New York, Rather Cold And Gray, With Steely Sunlight. Spring Breathed In The Air, But The Women Passing Along Fifty-Seventh Street Wore Furs And Wraps. She Heard The Distant Clatter Of An L Train And Then The Hum Of A Motor Car. A Hurdy-Gurdy Jarred Into The Interval Of Quiet. "Glenn Has Been Gone Over A
some one had drawn up her window shades. Carley promptly pulled them down and settled herself comfortably. Then she heard a woman speak, not particularly low: "I thought people traveled west to see the country." And a man replied, rather dryly. "Wal, not always." His companion went on: "If that girl was mine I'd let down her skirt." The man laughed and replied: "Martha, you're shore behind the times. Look at the pictures in the magazines."Such remarks
What Subtle Strange Message Had Come To Her Out Of The West? Carley Burch Laid The Letter In Her Lap And Gazed Dreamily Through The Window. It Was A Day Typical Of Early April In New York, Rather Cold And Gray, With Steely Sunlight. Spring Breathed In The Air, But The Women Passing Along Fifty-Seventh Street Wore Furs And Wraps. She Heard The Distant Clatter Of An L Train And Then The Hum Of A Motor Car. A Hurdy-Gurdy Jarred Into The Interval Of Quiet. "Glenn Has Been Gone Over A