tail o' yourn this minute!"

"I got 'em!" announced Miss Daggett, triumphantly. "He loosened right
up."

She handed the recovered reins to her sister-in-law, and the two
ladies resumed their journey and their conversation.

"I never was so scared in all my life," stated Lois Daggett,
straightening her hat which had assumed a rakish angle over one ear.
"I should think you'd be afraid to drive such a horse, Abby. What in
creation would have happened to you if I hadn't been in the buggy?"

"As like as not he wouldn't have took a notion with his tail, Lois,
if I'd been driving him alone," hazarded Mrs. 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.