The other protested, while the rest of the party looked on with amusement.
“Oh, well, if you insist,” said Mr. Newby. “What shall it be?”
“A box of the best——”
“Of the best cigars!”
“No; I don't smoke. Candy.”
“Oh, you expect to win!”
“Of course. Who ever saw such bone and muscle!”
They reached their places in the box, smiling and bowing to their acquaintances about them.
As soon as they were settled, the young lady picked up a paper lying by, and began to search diligently for the name of her horse.
“Ah, here it is!” She began to read. It was a column of forecasts. “Tell me, please, what does '100 to 1' mean!”