Looky here, Sam"-- and now Penrod's manner changed from the superior to the eager--"you look what kind of horses they have in a circus, and you bet a circus has the BEST horses, don't it?
Well, what kind of horses do they have in a circus?
They have some black and white ones; but the best they have are white all over.

Well, what kind of a horse is this we got here?
He's perty near white right now, and I bet if we washed him off and got him fixed up nice he WOULD be white.

Well, a bay horse is worth five hunderd dollars, because that's what Papa said, and this horse--" Sam interrupted rather timidly.
"He--he's awful bony, Penrod.

You don't guess they'd make any--" Penrod laughed contemptuously.
"Bony! All he needs is a little food and he'll fill right up and look good as ever.

You don't know much about horses, Sam, I expect.