It seemed to Sylvia that nobody would be likely to question or gainsay any opinions Mrs.Owen might advance on the subject of horses.
She glanced over her shoulder as they were driving back toward the gate and saw the superintendent looking after them.
"He's watching the team, ain't he, Sylvia?
I thought I'd touch up his envy a little.

That man," continued Mrs.Owen, "really knows a horse from an elephant.

He's been trying to buy this team; but he hasn't bid up high enough yet.

It tickles me to think that some of those rich fellows down in New York will pay me a good price when I send 'em down there to the show.

They need working; you can't do much with horses in town; the asphalt plays smash with their feet.