"Well, I do like. And I like you, Turkey."
"Huh!" said Turkey.
"Really and truly I do. Don't you like me?"
"I don't know you," the startled Turkey responded defensively.
"Oh, Turkey! what a speech! But wouldn't you like to know me better?"
Gosh! was this darn girl trying to be fresh, to flirt with him.
"I—I hadn't thought about it," he stammered.
"Oh, worse and worse! I want you to like me, and I want you to come and see me. I'm going to live here—in this district—for a while."
Turkey cast a longing eye at the blue mare. He would feel much safer in the saddle.
"Will you pay me a visit, Turkey—a nice, long visit. I'll make you comfy, really I will. I'd love to."