'C'n you send my sister's hoss home ?' she says, 'an' then I sha'n't have to change agin.

I'll stay on _my_ hoss,' she says, laughin', an' then agin laughin' fit to kill, fer I stood there with my mouth open clear to my back teeth, not bein' used to doin' bus'nis 'ith quite so much neatniss an' dispatch, as the sayin' is.
"'Oh, it's all right,' she says.

'Poppa came home last night an' I'll have him see you this afternoon or to-morro'.' 'But mebbe he 'n I won't agree about the price,' I says.

'Yes, you will,' she says, 'an' if you don't I won't make his back sore'-- an' off they went, an' left me standin' there like a stick in the mud.

I've bought an' sold hosses to some extent fer a consid'able number o' years," said Mr.Harum reflectively, "but that partic'ler transaction's got a peg all to itself." John laughed and asked, "How did it come out?
I mean, what sort of an interview did you have with the young woman's father, the popular Mr.
Verjoos ?" "Oh," said David, "he druv up to the office the next mornin', 'bout ten o'clock, an' come into the back room here, an' after we'd passed the time o' day, he says, clearin' his throat in a way he's got, 'He-uh, he-uh!' he says, 'my daughter tells me that she run off with a hoss of yours yestidy in rather a summery manner, an--he-uh-uh--I have come to see you about payin' fer him.