'Don't bother your head--it ain't the best part of you--about things that can't be helped.
We're not the only horses that can't be kept on the course--with a good turn of speed too.' '"They want shooting like the dingoes," as Aileen said.

They're never no good, except to ruin those that back 'em and disgrace their owners and the stable they come out of.

That's our sort, all to pieces.

Well, we'd better come in.

Gracey 'll think we're afraid to face her.' When we went away last Grace Storefield was a little over seventeen, so now she was nineteen all out, and a fine girl she'd grown.