He's mad at Ford, too." Buddy regarded his mother gravely over the slice of bread.
"First I've heard of it," Ford remarked lightly.

"I think you must be mistaken, old-timer." But Buddy never considered himself mistaken about anything, and he did not like being told that he was, even when the pill was sweetened with the term "old-timer." He rolled his eyes at Ford resentfully.
"Dick is mad! He got mad when you galloped over where Jo's red ribbon was hanging onto a bush.

I saw him a-scowling when you rolled it up and put it in your shirt pocket.

Dick wanted that ribbon for his bridle; and you better give it to him.

Jo ain't your girl.