Jest the thing! Oh, yes ye are, Mis' Cullom--jest a mouthful with water," taking the glass from John, "jest a spoonful to git your blood a-goin', an' then Mr.Lenox an' me 'll go into the front room while you make yourself comf'table." "Consarn it all!" exclaimed Mr.Harum as they stood leaning against the teller's counter, facing the street, "I didn't cal'late to have Mis' Cullom hoof it up here the way she done.

When I see what kind of a day it was I went out to the barn to have the cutter hitched an' send for her, an' I found ev'rythin' topsy-turvy.

That dum'd uneasy sorril colt had got cast in the stall, an' I ben fussin' with him ever since.

I clean forgot all 'bout Mis' Cullom till jest now." "Is the colt much injured ?" John asked.
"Wa'al, he won't trot a twenty gait in some time, I reckon," replied David.

"He's wrenched his shoulder some, an' mebbe strained his inside.
Don't seem to take no int'rist in his feed, an' that's a bad sign.
Consarn a hoss, anyhow! If they're wuth anythin' they're more bother 'n a teethin' baby.