"'No, a New York man,' she says. 'I guess Mr. Dillon has lost interest in him.'
"I guess he hasn't,' I says. 'I seen him at Pimlico, 'n' he was worse 'n ever.'
"'Did—did he still feed him sugar?' she says, but she don't look at me while she's gettin' it out.
"'You bet he did,' I says.
"'Shall you see him again?' she asks me.
"'Yes'm, I'll see him at New Awlins,' I says.
"'You may tell him,' she says, her face gettin' pink, 'that as far as my horse is concerned I haven't changed my mind.'
"On the way back to the house I gets to thinkin'.
"'I'm goin' round to the kitchen 'n' say hello to Aunt Liza,' I says to Miss Goodloe.
"Liza's glad to see me this time—mighty glad.