She pulled up when she seed me, and she calls out, 'Andy, what's the matter with that hoss ?' I told her he was a little under the weather, but I had to use him that day, 'cause my other hoss was out.

Then she got straight out of that phaeton she drives in, and come up to my hoss, and says she, 'Andy, you ought to be ashamed of yourself to make a hoss work when he is in a condition like that.

Take him right back to your stable, or I'll have you up before a justice.' 'Now look here, Miss Panney,' says I, 'which is the best, for a hoss to jog a little round town when he ain't feeling quite well, or for a man to sit idle on his front doorstep and see his family starve ?' 'Now, Andy,' says she, 'is that the case with you ?' and havin' brought up the pint myself, I was obliged to say that it was.

'Very good, then,' said she, and she took her roan mare by the head and led it up to the curbstone.
'Now then,' said she, 'you can take your hoss out of the cab and put this hoss in, and you can drive her till your hoss gets well, and durin' that time I'll walk.' "Well, of course I didn't do that, and I took my hoss back to the stable, and my family didn't starve nuther; but I just tell you this to show you what sort of a woman Miss Panney is." "I should think she was a very estimable person," said Mrs.Drane.
"Oh, there's nothin' the matter with her estimation," said Andy.

"That's level enough.