'That cock won't crow,' I say.

He's game enough on his own dunghill, but a high-blooded lass like you ought to be his master by this time.

Hint that you'll cut the painter, kick over the traces--you needn't _do_ it, y'know.
Threaten you'll run and join the stage--nothing unlikely in that-- and, by George, it'd bring him up with a clove hitch! Where's your invention ?" Hetty gazed at the horse's ears and considered.

"It's easy for you, Dick, who have nothing in common with him, not even affection." "Oh, I like the old fellow well enough, for all his airs with me," said Mr.Dick Ellison graciously.
"If they annoyed you more, you might understand him better--and me," replied Hetty.
Silence fell between them again and the gig bowled on..