He kept poking around with his boot toe, and he said maybe the yokels didn't look good.
He said our meadow was a beautiful place, and when he praised the creek I told him about the wild ducks, and he laughed again.

He didn't seem to be the same man when we went back to the road.

I pulled some sweet marsh grass and gave his horse bites, so Mr.Pryor asked if I liked animals.

I said I loved horses, Laddie's best of all.

He asked about it and I told him.
"Hasn't your father but one thoroughbred ?" "Father hasn't any," I said.