"I wouldn't let you be seen in Central Park with them.

However, they are the best Joppa can do for us.

They are not very good-natured brutes either, but I believe you look to a horse's hoofs rather than his head." "I do, decidedly," laughed Gerald, as De Forest raised her deftly to the saddle and arranged bridle and girths to her liking, turning to tighten his own before mounting, and kicking away a small dog that had run up to sniff at his heels.
"What did you bring along this ugly little beast of yours for, Jim?
I abhor curs." "Tain't none of mine, Mister," said the stable-boy, grinning.

"It's one of them street dogs that ain't nobody's." And he in his turn gave a push to the puppy, while Gerald leaned down and hit at it lightly with her whip.
"Get away, my friend.

There isn't room both for you and for us here," she said, turning her horse toward it playfully as the little creature slunk aside.