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The Western girl looked at the pretty yellow room as Patty ushered her in. "Yes, if you like yellow, if not " "Oh, yes, I like yellow good enough. Don't make any diff to me what colour a room is. Nice and big, ain't it? Say, do you care if I chuck some of the lace props into the discard?" "What do you mean?" "Why, these here, now, faddly-duds."
The rest'll dry out so nobody will know the diff'." Bobby brightened. "Won't I catch cold?" he asked doubtfully. "This kind of weather? Naw!" said Jimmy Powers with scorn. "You rustle in to the cook shanty and get Corrigan to let you sit by the stove." Bobby said farewell to his guide, and presented himself to the cook. "I fell in," he announced, "can I sit by the stove?"
"Take these two. It may come cold 'fore morning. And I've got more than I can use. We brung the wagon." She drew the girl aside and nudged her in the ribs. "We ain't married, either Jim 'n' me. But what's the diff?" About daylight the next morning Frank was awakened by a soft pattering sound. He jumped to his feet. Was it raining?
They don't stop to consider that it's brains that makes the diff." "So it is merely envy that produces all this agitation?" "I am not saying that the corporations are philanthropic institutions," Mr. Bliss continued didactically; "of course they aren't. They are out for business, and every man knows what that means.
"Would you keep it, sure, and feed it to 'em all the same?" inquired Keno, forlornly, eager for a ray of hope. "I certainly would," replied the miner. "They won't know the diff between a lemon-pie and a can of tomatoes. So I guess I'll go and git my pick. It may come on to snow, and then I couldn't find it till the spring."
"She's a cute one. What diff does it make how she gets the goods as long as she gets it?" Mrs. Cassatt confided to everybody that she was afraid the woman would make a thief of her boy and there was no disputing the justice of her forebodings.
Once she tastes the glories of New York, good-bye to Chicago and the West." Bertha interrupted: "I want you to lay off and go out for a whirl in our machine." "How gay!" cried Moss. "I ought to be working, for my rent is coming due; but what's the diff? Here goes! Come on, Julia, we'll shut up shop and let art wag." Julia was doubtful. "You know you promised "
Isn't there a preacher or alderman or something handy?" "Aldermen are not allowed to marry folks any more," he was told. "But the City Clerk will hitch you up for a couple of dollars. The marriage-room is right up-stairs." This seemed the antipodes of romance and Gilfoyle hesitated to decide. But Kedzie, knowing his religious ardor against religions, said: "What's the diff? I don't mind."
I want you so to marry me! an' bam-bye you marry me; an' I so scare and happy lak I was lose my head! Four days I married now! You not mad at me, 'Erbe't, 'cause I mak' you marry me?" He shrugged. "What's the diff?" he said carelessly. Rina dared to let her arm creep around his shoulders. "But bam-bye you ver' glad you marry me," she whispered. "For I mak' me ver' nice! I white woman now.
I never had anybody be so good before." Tears stood in the big eyes and splashed over. "Cut out the water works, kid. You want to take a brace and act like a man," advised his new friend brusquely. "I know. I know. If you knew what I have done maybe you wouldn't ask me to go with you. I I can't tell you anything more than that," the youngster sobbed. "Oh, well. What's the diff?
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