"Now, Miss Lucy, we-all know you're a judge of a hoss.

And as good as thet you tell the truth.

Thet ain't in some hoss-traders I know....

What do you think of this mustang ?" Macomber had eyes of enthusiasm for his latest acquisition, but some of the cock-sureness had been knocked out of him by the blunt riders.
"Macomber, aren't you a great one to talk ?" queried Lucy, severely.
"Didn't you get around Dad and trade him an old, blind, knock-kneed bag of bones for a perfectly good pony--one I liked to ride ?" The riders shouted with laughter while the rancher struggled with confusion.
"'Pon my word, Miss Lucy, I'm surprised you could think thet of such an old friend of yours--an' your Dad's, too.

I'm hopin' he doesn't side altogether with you." "Dad and I never agree about a horse.