"Those three horses aren't used to towns the size of this, Mr.Burns.

Lite is going to have his hands full with Pard.

If you will excuse me, Mr.Dewitt, I think I'll go and see how he's making out." Mr.Dewitt glanced over her head and met the delighted grin of Jim Gates, the publicity manager.

The grin said that Jean was "running true to form," which was a pet simile with Jim Gates, and usually accompanied that particular kind of grin.

There would be an interesting half column in the next day's papers about Jean's arrival and her deep concern for Lite and her wonderful horse Pard, but of course she did not know that.
"I've got men here to help with the horses," Mr.Dewitt assured her, while he gently urged her into the machine.