"You're quite a hand with a sick stallion."
"Got to pamper 'em like you do all males."
"You'll make a great wife for some lucky farmer."
"I'm going to try," the girl said earnestly. "I'm sewing things against the day."
"Wish I was twenty years younger."
"That'd be two years before I was born."
They were silent for several minutes, Early Ann currying the stallion, Stanley brooding and munching his sandwiches. Once the Percheron tried to get to his knees, then sank back wearily in the straw.
"You'll be all right," Stanley told the big animal. "You ain't going to die. You're a big husky critter that can stand all kinds of belly aches."
The girl picked up the coffee pot and started for the door.