Black. Shiss! no bad language, Rufus—ladies present.
Chestnut. Ladies, huh. Behave nice and ladylike when they catch sight of the nosebags, don't they?
A skewbald mare. Well, we gotta stand up for our rights.
Chestnut. 'Struth you do, tooth and hoof. What were you in civil life, Baby? A Suffragette?
Skewbald. No, I wasn't, so there.
Bay. No, she was a footlights favourite; wore her mane in plaits and a star-spangled bearing-rein and surcingle to improve her fig-u-are; did pretty parlour tricks to the strains of the banjo and psaltery. N'est-ce pas, cherie?
Skewbald. Well, what if I did? There's scores of circus gals is puffect lydies. I don't require none of your familiarity any'ow, Mister.
Bay. Beg pardon. Excuse my bluff soldierly ways; but nevertheless take your nose out of my hay net, please.
A Canadian dun. Gee! quit weavin' about like that, Tubby. Can't you let a guy get some sleep. I'll hand you a cold rebuff in the ribs in a minute. Wazzer matter with you, anyhow?
Tubby. Had a bad dream.