“Is my mane straight?”
“I wonder what our old master is going to retire on. I hope he has plenty to keep him.”
“You will see I shall get new shoes to-morrow morning.”
“Bob, are you listening to what I am saying!”
“I have oats for dinner, corn for breakfast, beans for supper, and—”
“Oh! he’s quite stupid,” sighed Snowie, “pride has completely turned his head.” Then she heaved a very big sigh. Bob took no notice of that. Suddenly he cried, “You must forget you ever ply’d for hire on Burney Sands, Snowie. Never, never remind me of it. You’re to mix with quality now, my dear.”
“By the way, that groom knew you, Bob.”
“Rather, I shouldn’t have known him though. He was in the stable where I was born. You understand? I always told you that I belonged to quality folks, Snowie.”
Snowie heaved another big sigh. “His head is completely turned,” she said. “Bob can’t stand prosperity. I shall have to keep my eye on him, I know I shall.”
