She was in good spirits.
"What do you see down the road ?" inquired the gallant Colonel, who had been conscious, for the last few minutes, that Mrs.Brown's attention was diverted.
"Dust," said Mrs.Brown, with a sigh.

"Only Sister Anne's 'flock of sheep.'" The Colonel, whose literary recollections did not extend farther back than last week's paper, took a more practical view.

"It ain't sheep," he continued; "it's a horseman.

Judge, ain't that Jack Hamlin's gray ?" But the Judge didn't know; and as Mrs.Brown suggested the air was growing too cold for further investigations, they retired to the parlor.
Mr.Brown was in the stable, where he generally retired after dinner.
Perhaps it was to show his contempt for his wife's companions; perhaps, like other weak natures, he found pleasure in the exercise of absolute power over inferior animals.

He had a certain gratification in the training of a chestnut mare, whom he could beat or caress as pleased him, which he couldn't do with Mrs.Brown.It was here that he recognized a certain gray horse which had just come in, and, looking a little farther on, found his rider.