Peter stepped forward, and gave his master a knowing look, as much as to say, “Am I to decry him?”
“Look at his mouth!”
Peter did so.
“How is it, Peter?”
“All right, sir.”
“What’s his age?”
“Rising six.”
“What do you say to him?”
Peter looked at every point, then scratched his head, and again looked at his master; but he received no sign to manœuvre; so he replied, "Why, master, if you ask for truth you shall have it. He’s a right good one; that is it.”