Then how does he have so many ?--two hundred of 'em, I'm tellin' you.

He thinks he likes horses.

Honest to God, Saxon, he don't like all his horses as much as I like the last hair on the last tail of the scrubbiest of the bunch.

Yet they're his.
Wouldn't it jar you ?" "Wouldn't it ?" Saxon laughed appreciatively.

"I just love fancy shirtwaists, an' I spent my life ironing some of the beautifullest I've ever seen.