She reined up her horse near the plow, and George got down.
"I was passing--going on to Forsyth's place--and my father asked me to call," she said.

"You were talking about buying cattle, and a man at Dunblane has some good Herefords to sell.

Father thinks they would suit you." "His recommendation carries weight," said George.
"I'll go and see them.

I must thank you for bringing me word." "I've another message.

It's this--when you're buying stock, be cautious how you bid." "As I'm not well up in local prices, I wish Mr.Grant had been a little plainer." "He went farther than I expected.