Prob'ly his.

Anyhow, he said she was his daughter." "It wasn't his daughter," I cried.
"Well, you needn't get het up about it," said he; "I hain't to blame no matter whose daughter she wasn't.

She can travel with me any time she wants to.

Kind of a toppy, fast-goin', tricky little rip, with a sorrel mane." "I don't understand it," said I."Did you notice his wife--whether she seemed to be feeling well ?" "Looked bad," said he.

"Never said nothing to nobody, and especially not to the daughter.