That is straight talk, like an Indian's.

An' now the last question--what do you want for a birthday present ?" "Oh, of course," she cried, gleefully clapping her hands.

"I'd forgotten that.

I'm eighteen!" "You get that old chest of your mother's.

But what from me ?" "Dad, will you give me anything I ask for ?" "Yes, my girl." "Anything--any HORSE ?" Lucy knew his weakness, for she had inherited it.
"Sure; any horse but the King." "How about Sarchedon ?" "Why, Lucy, what'd you do with that big black devil?
He's too high.
Seventeen hands high! You couldn't mount him." "Pooh! Sarch KNEELS for me." "Child, listen to reason.