"'You want to cheer up, Mr. Sanford,' I says. 'You win a nice bet on him.'
"He pulls the tickets out of his pocket 'n' looks at 'em. They call fur sixteen hundred bucks.
"'As Ah have told you once befoh, young man,' he says, a-lookin' at the tickets. 'Ah can not blame you greatly, because you are paht of yoh times. This is the excuse Ah find foh you in thinking Ah would value money moh than the spohtsmanship of a gentleman. Yoh times are bad, young man!' he says. 'They have succeeded in staining the puhple and white at the vehy end. Ah would neveh have raced afteh to-day. It was a whim of an old man to see his colohs once moh among a field of hawses. Ah knew Ah was not of this day. Ah should have known bettah than to become a paht of it even foh a little time. Ah have learned ma lesson,' he says, lookin' up at me. 'But you have made it vehy bittah.'
"He looks down at the tickets again fur a minute… Then he tears 'em across three ways 'n' drops 'em on the ground."
CLASS
"What do you like in the handicap?" I asked, looking up from the form sheet.
Blister reached for the paper.
"Indigo's the class," he said, after a glance at the entries. "If they run to form, he'll cop."
"There you go again—with your class!" I exclaimed. "You're always talking about class. What does class mean?"