see it," Tedda went on quickly. "It's ha'f-seein' the pesky thing
bobbin' an' balancn' behind the winkers gits on my nerves. Then
the boss looked at the bit they'd sold with me, an' s' he: 'Jiminy
Christmas! This 'u'd make a clothes-horse Stan' 'n end!' Then he
gave me a plain bar bit, an' fitted it's if there was some feelin'
to my maouth."

"Hain't ye got any, Miss Tedda?" said Tuck, who has a mouth like
velvet, and knows it.

"Might 'a' had, Miss Tuck, but I've forgot. Then he give me an
open bridle,- my style's an open bridle - an' - I dunno as I ought
to tell this by rights -he - give - me - a kiss."

"My!" said Tuck, "I can't tell fer the shoes o' me what makes some
men so fresh."

"Pshaw, sis," said Nip, "what's the sense in actin' so? You git a
kiss reg'lar's hitchin'-up time."

"Well, you needn't tell, smarty," said Tuck, with a squeal and a
kick.

"I'd heard o' kisses, o' course," Tedda went on, "but they hadn't
come my way specially. I don't mind tellin' I was that took aback
at that man's doin's he might ha' lit fire-crackers on my saddle.
Then we went out jest's if a kiss was nothin', an' I wasn't three
strides into my gait 'fore I felt the boss knoo his business, an'
was trustin' me. So I studied to please him, an' he never took the
whip from the dash - a whip drives me plumb distracted - an' the