Do you think it is, my learned friend ?" But Dr.Ketchup could not be sure whether Jonas was making game of him or not.

So he changed the subject.
"Nice hoss, this bay," said the "doctor." "Well, yes," said Jonas, "I don't 'low you ever put shoes on no better hoss than this 'ere in all your days--as a blacksmith.

Did you now, my medical friend ?" "No, I think not," said Ketchup testily, and was silent.
Mrs.Anderson had grown impatient at the doctor's delay.

"Samuel! Oo! oo! oo! Samuel! My dear, I'm dying.

Jonas don't care.