“That’s right,” agreed Clara. “I don’t care what anyone may say: a spavined horse is an unsound horse.”
“Rubbish!” said Raymond, retiring into the newspaper again. “You manage your own horses, and leave me to manage mine, Aunt Clara.”
“Well, what’s to be done about it?” asked Bart. “Blisters?”
“Likely to cause absorption,” Raymond responded briefly. “I’ll look him over in the morning.”
“You’ll have to cool his system before you treat him,” said Ingram.
“Thanks for the tip!” Raymond retorted, throwing him a scornful glance. “Any other obvious remarks?”
“I’d fire him,” remarked Conrad.
Eugene yawned. “From which one gathers that he’s not one of your horses. Don’t you, Ray! Ruin his appearance for good and all if you do.”
“Try setons!” recommended Bart.
“Oh, shut up, the lot of you!” said Raymond. “There’s nothing but a slight exostosis! Do you think I was born yesterday?”