I want to look how Sour Sorrel is." "Fresh as a daisy, sir." "I want to feed him." "You should have got up sooner, Mister Nic.

I fed the horses more'n hour ago, and rubbed 'em down.

Do you like Sorrel ?" said Samson, showing his teeth.
"Like him!" cried Nic, with a voice intense in its appreciation.
"That's right, sir.

I bred him speshly for you, Master Nic.

He was to be for you, and you won't ride him too hard, will you ?" "Why, it would be a sin!" cried Nic.
"Sin ain't half bad enough word for it, sir," cried the old man.