Daggett mildly.
"Dolly's an awful knowing horse.... Git-ap, Dolly!"
"Do you mean to tell me, Abby Daggett, that there horse of Henry's
has took a spite against _me?_" demanded the spinster.... "Mebbe he's
a mind-reader," she added darkly.
"You know I didn't mean nothin' like that, Lois," her sister-in-law
assured her pacifically. "What I meant to say was: I got so
interested in what you were saying, Lois, that I handled the reins
careless, and he took advantage.... Git-ap, Dolly! Don't you see,
Lois, even a horse knows the difference when two ladies is talking."
"You'd ought to learn to say exactly what you mean, Abby," commented
Miss Daggett.
She glanced suspiciously at the fresh striped muslin, which was
further enhanced by a wide crocheted collar and a light blue satin
bow.
"Where'd you say you were goin' this afternoon, Abby?"
"I said out in the country a piece, Lois; it's such a nice
afternoon."
"Well, _I_ should think Henry'd be needing the horse for his
business. I know _I'd_ never think of asking him for it--and me a
blood relation, too, trying to earn my bread and butter tramping
around the country with Famous People."
Mrs. Daggett, thus convicted of heartless selfishness, sighed
vaguely. Henry's sister always made her feel vastly uncomfortable,
even sinful.
"You know, Lois, we'd be real glad to have you come and live with us
constant," she said heroically.... "Git-ap, Dolly!"
Miss Daggett compressed her thin lips.
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