He's a great feller fer hosses,' he says." "Dave," said Mrs.Bixbee, "them chaps jest laid fer ye, didn't they ?" "I reckon they did," he admitted; "an' they was as slick a pair as was ever drawed to," which expression was lost upon his sister.

David rubbed the fringe of yellowish-gray hair which encircled his bald pate for a moment.
"Wa'al," he resumed, "after the talk with the barn man, I smelt woolen stronger'n ever, but I didn't say nothin', an' had the mare hitched an' started back.

Old Jinny drives with one hand, an' I c'd watch the new one all right, an' as we come along I begun to think I wa'n't stuck after all.

I never see a hoss travel evener an' nicer, an' when we come to a good level place I sent the old mare along the best she knew, an' the new one never broke his gait, an' kep' right up 'ithout 'par'ntly half tryin'; an' Jinny don't take most folks' dust neither.

I swan! 'fore I got home I reckoned I'd jest as good as made seventy-five anyway.".