"She'll git a discount off her gwarner." "I never did see," said the pensive neighbor on the brogan case, "how such things do git twisted.

It was only yesterday that I met a man at Tyson's Mill, who'd just come over from the Valley, and he said he'd seen this Mr Noles over thar.

He's a hoss doctor, and he's going up through all the farms along thar." "I reckon when he gits up as fur as he wants to go," said the man on the starch boxes, "he'll come here and settle fur awhile." "That won't be so much help to the old lady," said the storekeeper, "for it wouldn't pay to keep a neffy-in-law just to doctor one sorrel horse and a pa'r o' oxen." "I reckon his wife must be 'spectin' him," said the man on the brogan case, "from her comin' after fancy vittles." "If he do come," said the stout, elderly neighbor, "I wish you'd let me know, Tom Peckett, fur my black mar has got a hitch in her shoulder I can't understand, and I'd like him to look at her." The storekeeper smiled at the pensive man, and the pensive man smiled back at the storekeeper.

"You needn't trouble yourself about that young woman's husband," said Mr Peckett.

"There'll be a horse doctor coming along afore you know it, and he'll attend to that old mar of yourn without chargin' you a cent.".