Maggie had nothing in the world but Mike and the twins and the other two little boys, none of whom could be considered anything of an asset. Mike had landed in that barren valley ten years previously with her and the twins and a cash balance of fifty dollars. They worked on the ranches when they could get work, bought a bit of stock here and there, and finally got enough together to settle on a homestead.
When I went to live with them after I was mercilessly evicted, they had got around to building everything but the house. They had been living in the local schoolhouse, but when school began, of course, they had to move out, and Mike put a temporary floor in the barn, and there they settled down, all cozy, with sliding window sashes instead of doorknobs.