Don't want no woman that kin make horse-flesh like that knuckle under.
Guess a man wouldn't have much show; hev to take his porridge 'bout the way she wanted to make it.

Whoa, there! stan' still, can't ye?
Darned if I want nothin' to do with sech woman folks or sech horses as ye be." Dexter Beers moved laboriously out to the stable door and peered after Madelon, but she had disappeared in Parson Fair's yard.

The white horse had gone up the road at a brisk trot, but she had easily kept pace with him.

She also harnessed him into the sleigh with no difficulty.

The animal seemed docile, and as if he were to belie his hard reputation.