“You buying horses?” she said genially.
“No, I am not buying horses!” he answered roughly. “But aren’t you ashamed to be here—the only one of your sex?”
“Surely not!” said Jinny. “Where’s your eyes?”
He looked round, wonderingly.
“Under your nose!” guided Jinny. “There, isn’t that a mare? And I passed sows and ewes and heifers by the score.”
“And that’s what you class yourself with? And then you deny you are lowering yourself!”
“I always lower myself when I get off my cart.”
“Well, you get up again! That’s the best advice I can give you. Drive home!”
“And shirk my job!”
“I’ll do your job.”