Daniel felt as he was told, and again shook his head.
"Now, what do you make of that ?" asked S.Potts triumphantly.
"I dunno what to make of it, S.Potts," said the old man, shaking his head.

"What do you make of it ?" The landlord broke in upon the conversation with sudden energy.
"Look here," he said, "you git that horse around to the stable, and shut up," and S.Potts and Daniel hastily clambered into the buggy and drove around the corner.
"I wonder if anything's the mater with my horse ?" said Eliph'.
"Matter ?" laughed Jim Wilkins.

"That's just S.Potts tryin' to show off before strangers, like he always does.

He don't mean no harm, but he can't be satisfied to just come around and git a horse and lead it to the stable.

He's got to draw attention to hisself or he ain't happy.
He's harmless, but he's just naturally one of the know-it-all-kind, and he's got to show off." There is no man in a small town who can give such a satisfying and official welcome to a stranger as that given by the liveryman, and when the landlord of the hotel and the owner of the livery stable are combined in one man he is better than a reception committee composed of the mayor and the leading citizens.