You kin depend on it.

It's always there.

Some legs that I've seen were treacherous--most always some of the springs bursting out, or the joints working backward, or the toes turning down and ketching in things.

Regular frauds.

But it's almost pathetic the way this leg goes on year in and year out like an old faithful friend, never knowing an ache or a pain, no rheumatism, nor any such foolishness as that, but always good-natured and ready to go out of its way to oblige you.