That new blacksmith knows his business.

That shoe's on straight.

That other man never did know anything.

All right, Sylvia." Mrs.Owen explained as the trim sorrels stepped off smartly toward the north that they were Estabrook stock and that she had raised them herself on her Kentucky farm, which she declared Sylvia must visit some day.

It was very pleasant to be driving in this way under a high blue sky, beside a woman whose ways and interests were so unusual.