Upton Sinclair

“ It did not occur to him that he too was a pleasing sight--that the mountain air had given colour to his cheeks and a shine to his gay brown eyes, while the mountain winds had blown his wavy brown hair.
"Hello," said she, at last, in a warm voice, unmistakably Irish.
"Hello yourself," said Hal, in the accepted dialect; then he added, with more elegance, "Pardon me for trespassing on your wash."
Her grey eyes opened wider. "Go on!" she said.
"I'd rather stay," said Hal. "It's a beautiful sunset." ”

“ It was a splendid figure of a lass, tall and vigorous, with the sort of hair that in polite circles is called auburn, and that flaming colour in the cheeks which is Nature's recompense to people who live where it rains all the time. She was the first beautiful sight Hal had seen since he had come up the canyon, and it was only natural that he should be interested. ”

“ You eat there?"
"I go there three times a day. I can't say I eat very much. Could you live on greasy beans?"
"Sure," laughed the girl, "the good old pertaties is good enough for me."
"I should have said you lived on rose leaves!" he observed. ”