Allegheny and Ozark. Quaint names. "Times must have been hard." The remark was intended only as a spur. "_Hard!_" There was a pause; slowly the girl's eyes began to smolder, and as she went on in her deliberate way, memory set a tragic shadow over her face. "I'll say they was hard! Nobody but us nesters knows what hard times is. Out west of here they went three years without rain, and all around here people was starvin'. Grown folks was thin and tired, and children was sickly--they was too peaked to play. Why, we took in a hull family--wagon-folks. Their hosses died and they couldn't go on, so we kep' 'em--'til _we_ burned out. I don't know how we managed to get by except that Pa and Buddy are rustlers and I can do more 'n a hired man. We _never_ had enough to eat. Stuff just wouldn't grow. The stock got bonier and bonier and finally died, 'count of no grass and the tanks dryin' out. And all the time the sun was a-blazin' and the dust was a-blowin and the clouds would roll up and then drift away and the sun would come out hotter 'n ever. Day after day, month after month, we waited--eighteen, I think it was. People got so they wouldn't pray no more, and the preachers moved away. I guess we was as bad off as them pore folks in Beljum. Why, even the rattlesnakes pulled out of the country! Somehow the papers got hold of it and bime-by some grub was shipped in and give around, but--us Briskows didn't get none. Pa'd die before he'd beg." The girl was herself now; she was talking naturally, feelingly, and her voice was both deep and pleasing. "The thinner Ma got, the more she talked about the mountains, where there was water--cool, clear water in the criks. And timber on the hills--timber with green leaves on it. And grass that you could lay down in and smell. I guess Ma was kind of feverish. We was drier 'n a lime-burner's boot when the rain did come. I'll never forget--we all stood out in it and soaked it up. It was wonderful, to get all wet and soaky, and not with sweat." "Then on top of that the oil came, too. It _must_ have been wonderful." "Yep. Now we're rich. And buyin' di'mon's and pianos and goin' to Dallas for pretty fixin's. Seems kinda dreamy." Allegheny Briskow closed her eyes, her massive crown of damp, disordered hair drooped backward and for a moment Gray was able, unobserved, to study her.