And if he doesn't get all the horses broken and sold that he has set his heart on selling, he says he won't be able to buy me a new car this fall.

There's the _dearest_ little sport Norman that I want--" "Hope you get it, I'm sure.

I'll take an airplane for mine.

In the meantime, you're holding up a hired hand when he's in a hurry to get on the job again.

That won't get you any sport Normans, nor buy gas for the one you've got." "That man--" Mary V lowered her voice worriedly.