Happy Jack says I'm a girl long as I wear lace nighties, and I ain't a girl.

Am I, Daddy Chip ?" "I should say not!" Chip testified emphatically, and carried the iron bar to the forge for further heating.
"I'm going on roundup too, tomorrow afternoon." The Kid's conception of time was extremely sketchy and had no connection whatever with the calendar.

"I'm going to keep Silver in the little corral and let him sleep in the box stall where his leg got well that time he broke it.
I 'member when he had a rag tied on it and teased for sugar.

And the Countess has got to quit a kickin' every time I need sugar for my string.

Ain't she, Daddy Chip?
She's got to let us men alone or there'll be something doing!" "I'd tell a man," said Chip inattentively, only half hearing the war-like declaration of his offspring--as is the way with busy fathers.
"I'm going to take a ride now on Silver.