After that I heard her telling Chet one day that it was the fashion in Boston now to dock the stylish ponies and cut off the manes.
Why, I could not have been more astonished had she said they cut off their legs.
"It is so English, you know," she added, sweetly.
When Master heard her, he said:
"You mean so barbarous, don't you?"
"Oh, deah, no," she answered, "all the nabobs and—and tony people have their horses that way."
"All the fools," muttered Master.
"What an old beah your uncle is," she said, poutingly, to Chet when Master was out of hearing.
"Oh—well, you must not mind Uncle Dick; he is cranky on some points, but not a bad fellow, after all, when one is in a tight place."