Jump on Nig and go right away." Dorian put the money in his pocket, then went out to the yard and slipped a bridle on his horse, mounted, and was back to the house.
"Now, Dorian, remember what I say.

Get you a nice pair, a nice Sunday pair." "All right, mother, I will." He rode off at a gallop.

He lingered not by creeks or byways, but went directly to the best shoe store in the city, where he made his purchase.
He stopped neither at book store or candy shops.

His horse was sweating when he rode in at the home yard.

His mother hearing him, came out.
"You made quick time," she said.
"Yes; just to buy a pair of shoes doesn't take long." "You got the right kind ?" "Sure.