JIM. Who?
EM'LY. Pony.
JIM. Me.
EM'LY. Why, I thought you said you didn't.
JIM. Well, not to pasture; I give him to a feller.
EM'LY. [Surprised.] Give him?
JIM. Yes.
EM'LY. Why?
JIM. [With meaning.] He needed him awful bad. [Writes.
EM'LY stands looking at him a moment; then turns to go.