“Well, didn’t it?” said Buddy, rubbing his ear with the spoke-brush.
“Didn’t it?” said Sam. “Lets out at me with his orf ’ind leg, and then comes clay mill, and goes round and round till he oughter ’ave been dizzy, but he worn’t. There never was sech a ungrateful beast.”
Buddy grinned as Sam stuffed back the nose-bag, the horse shaking his head the while.
“Try it on me, Sam,” said Buddy, as the driver prepared to mount. “I won’t let out with no orf ’ind legs.”
Sam winked, and climbed to his perch.
“What’s the flowers for, Sam?” said the helper.
“The missus. Goin’ to call for her, and drive her to Upper ’ollerway,” said Sam, “afore I goes on the rank.”
“Oh, will you tell her,” said Buddy, earnestly, “as Ginger’s ever so much better, and can a’most putt his little leg to the ground? He eats that stuff she brought him like fun.”
“What stuff was that?” said Sam, gathering up the reins.
“Sorter yaller jally,” said Buddy.