"'You're on,' she says. 'And you can stick to girlie.'
"Say, she was a great little dame; she makes a hit with me the first dash out of the box. When it comes to ridin' she's game as a wasp. She has on a long coat, 'n' I don't see what's underneath.
"'Banks tells me you ride like a jock in the show,' I says. 'You can't cut the mustard with that rig on.'
"'Sure not, Simple Simon!' she says. 'Do you think this grows on me?' She sheds the coat, 'n' I see she's got on leggins 'n' a pair of puffy pants.
"I throws her on to Salvini 'n' he begins to prance around, me holdin' him by the head.
"'Whoa, you big bum!' I says to him.
"'Quit knocking my horse,' she says. 'Let go of him and see if I care.'
"I turns him loose 'n' she lets him jump a few times 'n' then rides him on to the machine. I see she knows her business so I stands beside her 'n' makes her sit him like she ought. It don't take her no time to get wise. Pretty soon she's clear over with a hand on each side of his withers, 'n' him goin' like a stake hoss.
"'That's the dope!' I hollers. I has to yell 'cause the ole hound is makin' a fierce racket on the machine.
"'I feel like a monkey on a stick,' she hollers back, but she don't look like one. Her hair's shook loose, her eyes is shinin', 'n' them dimples of her's is the life of the party.