She referred to other tracks at Lexington and Louisville as though they were, of course, something that everybody knew about.

The sun was hot, but Mrs.Owen did not seem to mind the heat a particle.

The superintendent looked the sorrels over carefully; they had taken no end of ribbons at fairs and horse shows.

Here was a team, Mrs.
Owen announced, that she was not afraid to show in Madison Square Garden against any competitors in its class; and the superintendent admitted that the Estabrooks were a fine stock.

He nodded and kept repeating "You're right," or "you're mighty right," to everything the old lady said.