You're Mr.Harum, ain't you ?' she says.

'Good mornin',' I says, 'Harum's the name 't I use when I appear in public.

You're Miss Verjoos, I reckon,' I says.
"She laughed a little, an' says, motionin' with her head to'ds the carriage, 'My sister is Miss Verjoos.

I'm Miss Claricy.' I took off my cap, an' the other girl jest bowed her head a little.
"'I heard you had a hoss 't I could ride,' says the one on hossback.
"'Wa'al,' I says, lookin' at her hoss, an' he was a good one," remarked David, "'fer a saddle hoss, I shouldn't think you was entirely out o' hosses long's you got that one.' 'Oh,' she says, this is my sister's hoss.

Mine has hurt his leg so badly that I am 'fraid I sha'n't be able to ride him this summer.' 'Wa'al,' I says, 'I've got a hoss that's ben rode, so I was told, but I don't know of my own knowin'.' "'Don't you ride ?' she says.