The Coneys would not let me come away: they had friends with them.
The Coneys had their stores as well as other people, and did things well when they did them at all.
It was getting dusk when Cole called in, on his way from the Coneys.
He also kept bees and coneys and ran a market-garden of two acres.
But the Coneys were right-down good people, and made the best neighbours in the world.
The Coneys never had kickshaws, only a plain, substantial dinner, the best of its kind.
There was another man though, one of the family of the Coneys beyond there, and his wife was away from him four years.
They gave a present unto the Governor of a hundred and fifty coneys, and of the country garments, to wit, of mantles and skins.
Birdalone laughed, and shook her skirts at the coneys, and they all scuttled away after the manner of their kind.
Some years ago, in Colorado, I sketched one of the Coneys by help of a field glass.