“Ah! Lucy Lu! Now are you not pleased with my new purchase?” he cried.
“You are sure that horse is quiet, John?”
“Read the warranty.”
“He doesn’t look steady like dear old Towser.”
“Please don’t bracket them together. They are two entirely different animals. This new horse is well bred, and but six years old; while Towser has not many good points and is aged.”
“You won’t send Towser away—now will you, John? for I’m sure this new horse will not suit. He’s got such a wicked eye.”
“My dear, what silly things you say. I can see you don’t like my new purchase, and I do,” said the vicar, emphatically.
“Morning, Hopkins.”
“Morning, sir.”