"The picture is almost perfect," I said, and glanced at Miss Goodloe.
"Virginia, dear—" prompted Mrs. Dillon.
"As a thou—I always strive to please," drawled that blue-eyed young person. Oh, that I had been warned by her words!
Our purring flight to Louisville, when the day was done, became a triumph that mocked the dead Caesars. Of this the old negro on the front seat missed little. He was singing, softly singing. And leaning forward I listened.
"Curry a mule an' curry a hoss,
Keep down trubbul wid de stable boss!"
sang Uncle Jake.
OLE MAN SANFORD
"Do you happen to notice a old duck that comes to the stalls at Loueyville just after the derby?" asked Blister.
"Was his name Sanford, and did he wish to pat the mare?" I asked in turn.