"'Out of yoh own mouth is yoh augument condemned, suh,' says ole man Sanford. 'Even in this day and generation the rules fohbid it—and let me say, suh, that should a trainah, a jockey, or any one connected with a stable of mine, be guilty of wilfully violating a racing rule, Ah would discharge him at once, suh!'
"'You goin' to race on the level all the time?' I says.
"'If by that expression you mean hono'ably and as a gentleman—yes, suh!'
"'Good night, nurse!' I says. 'You'll go broke quick at that game!'
"'Allow me to remind you that that is ma own affaih, suh,' says ole man Sanford, 'n' the argument's over. His ideas date back so far they're mildewed, but I see I can't change 'em. He don't belong around a race track no more'n your grandmother!
"'All right, Mr. Sanford!' I says. 'You're the doctor! We'll handle him just like you say.'
"Peewee Simpson has come over to chew the rag with me, 'n' he hears most of this talk.
"'Wait till I call the boys,' he says, when ole man Sanford goes in to look at the hoss.
"'What fur?' I says.
"'Family prayers,' says Peewee.