And he said, 'Mh-hum, I see.' Then he asked me who repaired it, and I told him that buttermilk-eyed aviator he'd had with him.

He replied, 'I--see.' Then he asked me what the repairing had cost, and the fellow's wages or whatever he had got, and I told him, 'Dam-fi recollect, Johnny.' And he didn't say a word.

Just strolled off as if he'd talked himself tired--which I guess maybe he had." "Well, but dad, what do you _suppose_ he's going to do?
He--he's awfully queer since he was hurt.

Do you suppose-- ?" "Kitten," said her dad quietly, "when you're breaking a high-strung colt he sometimes sorta resents his schooling and sulks.

Then you've just got to wait till he figures things out for himself a little.