"Next Sunday I'll saddle you up and ride you round the block--see how you like that, young man." "It was our clothesline," said the lady.

"I could tell it right off." With a womanish tenacity she had fastened to a minor inconsequence of the outrage.

Gashwiler became practical.
"Well, I must say, it's a pretty how-de-do, That horse'll make straight back for the farm; we won't have any delivery horse to-morrow.

Sue, you get out; I'll go down the road a piece and see if I can head him off." "He turned the other way," said Merton.
"Well, he's bound to head around for the farm.

I'll go up the road and you hurry out the way he went.