“Uncle Clifford.” Blue Bonnet looked up. “Uncle Clifford, please don’t think it’s just--temper. I mean it, truly--I sha’n’t ever make a Westerner. I’m sorry--on your account. Still, it’s true--I hate it all--now,--everything the life out here stands for--and I want to go East. I--I don’t see why I shouldn’t choose my own life--for myself.”