Slogan, Watch Us Grow. Seventeen hundred oil and gas wells. Fields of corn and cotton. Skyscrapers. The Watonga Building, twelve stories. Haynes Block, fourteen stories. Come West, young man! Ugh!

Sometimes she made little rhymes in her mind.

There’s Singapore and Zanzibar,

And Cairo and Calais.

There’s Samarkand and Alcazar,

Rangoon and Mandalay.

“Yeh,” said Arnold Hatch, one evening, when they were talking in the Pardee back yard. It was nine o’clock. Dishes done. A moon. October. Maxine had just murmured her little quatrain. They were standing by the hedge of pampas grass that separated the Pardee yard from Hatch’s next door.