"I think so every time I look at her," he said.
"I should think she could get a bit of a pace on her, sir? Mebbe ye've tried her racing?"
"No, she wasn't brought up to that. But she's fast enough."
"Ay, sir. No vices?"
"Lord, no!"
"Don't kick neither?"
"Not with me."
"Ah! they allus knows who'll stand it and who won't."
Jack drained his tankard, and setting it down on the bench beside him, rose to his feet.
"She'd not dream of kicking a friend. Jenny!"