"My husband seldom thinks to bring me candy, and--" "For Nora?
No.

I'm getting the candy for the bronco and the bull pup--trying to buy my way into their good graces, as it were.

Neither one of them takes to the uproar in the street.

The bronc' is threatening to bolt, and Hindenburg has declared war on the lumberjack tribe because one of them poked a stick in his ribs just now." Grace, after thanking the storekeeper for his courtesy, went out laughing, but the instant she stepped into the street she intuitively sensed a change in the spirit of the crowd there.

The jacks had fallen silent in comparison with their previous uproarious attitude--sullen and threatening, it seemed to her.
"What's wrong here, Elfreda ?" she asked, stepping up beside Miss Briggs' pony.
"A jack tried to pull Emma from her horse, probably out of mischief.