I see it was a case of love at fust sight, as the story-books says.

'Looks all right,' he says.

'I'll tell ye,' I says, 'what the feller I bought him of told me.' 'What's that ?' says the deakin.

'He said to me,' I says, '"that hoss hain't got a scratch ner a pimple on him.

He's sound an' kind, an' 'll stand without hitchin', an' a lady c'd drive him as well 's a man."' "'That's what he said to me,' I says, 'an' it's every word on't true.
You've seen whether or not he c'n travel,' I says, 'an', so fur 's I've seen, he ain't 'fraid of nothin'.' 'D'ye want to sell him ?' the deakin says.